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yoditorian · 4 years ago

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The Pancake King

javier peña/reader

yeah i know i said i had no more wip space but then i had a headcanon idea which turned into a note on my phone which turned into,,,,this, which might turn into something else but for now it’s a standalone oneshot that can be read as a sequel to this

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word count: 2.5k // warnings: some swears, unnamed boyfriend cheating, food, work stress mentions

This week really, really doesn’t want to give you a break.

The mountain of paperwork waiting for signatures and stamps only seems to get bigger, obscuring half the office from your little corner desk. Every time you have a moment to get through a few of them, you’re pulled into somebody else’s office for a meeting, or someone needs you to double check one of their own forms, or you have to clean up somebody else’s mess. As usual.

And then there’s your life outside of work, if you can even call it that. But your air conditioner is broken and the mailman keeps giving your letters to everyone but you, it seems, and it’s too fucking hot during the day to have to deal with any of this shit.

So you took the day, called in with a fake-cold and promised you’d be back in tomorrow. How much could the office fall apart in just one day? The air conditioning is still broken, but you’d gone out and bought three of the biggest fans you could find. Problem one, sort of solved. The mailman is his own mystery, seemingly vanishing into thin air as soon as you’d spotted him on the sidewalk, at least Connie was in to give you the mail that had gotten mixed up with hers. That, and you’d managed to sneak in some baby cuddles with Olivia. There’s not much you can do about the weather itself, besides wear as little as can be considered publicly decent and pray for the thunderstorm the weather forecast keeps promising is on its way.

Only, as luck always has it, things get worse.

You’d called the boyfriend you left back home, just like you do at the same time every Thursday night. And some chirpy woman had answered, introducing herself as his girlfriend. And that was the last straw.

You can’t even remember what you told her, now. Something about how he could drop the key to your apartment back with your best friend, maybe something along the lines of how he can go fuck himself too. That sounds about right. You’d hung up before she could say anything else.

It’s just you and the wall now, the television not even good enough company to quiet the stress of literally everything in your life. You’re vaguely aware of your stomach rumbling, although you’re not sure you have the energy to get up and root around in your fridge. You ate the last of the leftovers in there yesterday anyway, and you’re pretty sure everything else involves some kind of preparation. Which you really don’t have the energy for. Sleep, sleep can be your dinner tonight.

Javier and Steve get back from the office at the same time Connie comes trotting down the stairs to leave for a shift.

“Can one of you check on them?” She asks, pulling on her cardigan to keep off the evening breeze. There’s something in her tone that has Javier’s brow furrowing even further than it usually is, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by either of the Murphys.

“Last time we spoke, I thought they were gonna hit me,” Steve raises his eyebrows in disbelief, a little too dramatically, “This one’s on you, Peña.”

He’s off up the stairs before Javier can argue that he probably, definitely, is the last on the list of people you want to see if you’re having a bad day. He’s responsible for half the forms waiting on your desk, seemingly doubled over the course of the day. That, and his comforting skills aren’t exactly legendary. Connie, for all her tact, shrugs apologetically at him before she’s leaving too, and he’s left standing in the hall wondering exactly what it is he’s supposed to do now.

He remembers his bad day, the really bad one, a few months ago. How you turned up on his doorstep with homemade nachos and a smile, exactly what he needed before he even knew it himself. He hears his father in his head, waxing poetic about the way that people comfort others is often the way they like to be comforted. And, honestly, who doesn’t like a good meal when everything feels a little bit against them?

Javier can’t cook, he’s not arrogant enough to pretend that he can make anything off the top of his head. Nor is he certain he has any of the ingredients for anything in the cookbook Steve had bought him as a joke for the Christmas just gone. There is one option though, he just hopes it’s the right one as he starts to pull a frying pan out of the cupboard.

You’re surprised when there’s a knock at your door and you have to struggle out of your blanket for a minute, your ass numb from sitting on the ground for too long. It’s probably only Connie, checking that you’ve eaten. She’ll see right through your lie but you doubt she’ll push it, only remind you to eat breakfast with a stern look that you know she only pulls out for her most difficult patients. You’re not sure when that privilege extended to you.

It’s not Connie.

Javier stands in the light of the hallway, a foil covered plate in his hands, and looking like he’d rather be literally anywhere else. You start to wish you hadn’t worn your blanket like a cape to answer the door.

“I, um-” He can’t seem to pick where to look, eyes settling somewhere to the right of your head before he tries again, “You had a bad day.”

Oh, oh, he really couldn’t have tried harder. It’s an odd parallel of a moment, months ago, when you barged your way into his apartment with nachos and good intentions. There’s an uncomfortable swell of something right under your lungs and you beg it to stay quiet. He gestures with the plate in his hands, the smell of sugar and sweetness wafting out from underneath it, and your stomach gurgles. The sound pulls a giggle from both of you, and things start to feel a lot more comfortable.

“Welcome to the pit of despair.” You laugh, gesturing for him to follow you in and toward the kitchen.

You pull your last two clean forks out of the cutlery drawer as Javier sets the plate down on the kitchen table and reveals whatever it is he spent the time and effort to make. Just for you.

Pancakes.

And, honestly, you couldn’t imagine anything more Javier. He barely leaves the office, and you’re pretty sure you’ve only ever seen him eat outside of his desk when Connie forces him to come to dinner. You can’t stop the smile that slips onto your face, the first one all week if you’re being honest.

“What?” He asks, taking the fork you offer out to him and settling down in the chair across from you.

“You made me pancakes?” Your voice is smaller than you expect it, the intention of his actions catches in your throat and makes you a little more emotional than you thought it would. He looks like he’s about to say something else, but thinks better of it when you reach out with your fork and rip a chunk out of the stack of frankly perfect looking offerings.

And they are perfect. Fluffy and light and sweet and wonderful. An odd juxtaposition to their chef, but you don’t think about it. You don’t think about anything, you sit and eat in silence and try to prolong this one moment of peace for as long as you can.

It ends sooner than you want it to. Every last crumb devoured between the two of you, and suddenly everything doesn’t seem so bad. Pancakes will do that.

He’’s gathering up the plate and forks before you can protest, moving wordlessly to tackle the pile of dishes that you’ve been ignoring in your sink for the last couple of days.

Javier can’t help himself when he spots the stack of dishes behind you. You’ve looked like you’re on the verge of crying since you opened the door and if there’s one chore that’ll reduce someone to tears, it’s doing the dishes. So he doesn’t even think about it, just collects the empty plate and pulls the fork out of your hand and gets to work.

You’re about to protest, tell him something about how you can deal with it, or that it’s late and he should go home, get some sleep. He knows you well enough, and your face when he turns to look at you over the shoulder as the hot water starts running proves as much. Just as you know the no-nonsense look on his face isn’t one you want to argue with. He waits, watching, for you to rise from the table and shuffle back towards the living room, listens carefully for the sound of you flopping onto the couch, before turning back to the sink and getting to work.

It’s times like these he wishes he asked more questions, then he might know what prompted you to call out with a cold when you’re clearly the picture of health. Physically, anyway. Although sometimes he thinks you could be all kinds of sick, and that little voice in his head would still tell him you’re pretty. If he knew, or had any kind of hunch, he could help a little more than this. Pancakes and dirty dishes only go so far, although he’s never been great at comforting people beyond his cousins’ scraped knees when they were little. It’s not a case of ignoring any time you’ve opened up about your life outside of work, there’s always some part of his brain ready to soak up your every word like a sponge. Maybe it is as simple as that, maybe it’s just work that has gotten a bit too much. Maybe it’s a combination of things.

The dishes are neatly lined up on the drying rack before he even notices he’s finished, fishing around in the bottom of the sink for a full minute until he realises everything has been washed.

You’re still sitting on the couch when he comes through to the living room, hands dried and clean. You shuffle up to make room for him, having just dumped yourself unceremoniously in the middle of the cushions, and keep your eyes on the dormant television in front of you. You’re expecting him to say something, to tell you it’ll be okay, or that everything will work itself out, or that it probably won’t seem like a big deal in the morning. He’d be right, it probably won’t. But right now, all you can feel is the weight that settled on your chest as the whole of the past week makes itself comfortable.

You pull the blanket tighter against you, shoulders straining the thin fabric, as if you could squash all your problems until they disappear. But they only seem to get bigger.

“You remember my boyfriend, back home?” You’re quiet, more so than you had been earlier. As if you’re afraid of the words as you speak them.

He does remember. The guy came down to visit once, only a few weeks after you’d been transferred. Steve had done his best to befriend the guy, where Javier hadn’t extended anything beyond a handshake and a raised eyebrow in your direction. Not that he didn’t like him (he didn’t, still doesn’t, but that’s besides the point), but all Javier really remembers is your disappointment come Monday morning when you’d trudged into the office and told them he’d had to leave early. Work emergency. It had smelt like bullshit then, it smells like bullshit now. Still, he nods, and lets you continue.

“Not only mine, turns out.” It all comes out in one breath, and all he can do is watch as you curl even further into yourself. Scumbag. Sure, Javi’s been around the block a little, or a lot, but he’s never stooped so low as to cheat on anybody. He’s above that, at least.

The barely audible sniffle from under your blanket pulls him right out of thinking of all the ways he could make this guy’s life hell back home, and he sends a prayer up to whoever’s listening that he won’t make it worse with what he’s about to do.

A soft tug on the corner of your blanket is the only warning you get, and suddenly you’re being pulled across the length of the couch until you’re half in his lap.

“Javi.” You manage, barely hanging on to your composure. You know he knows that, but you don’t know why he won’t leave you to it.

The look on your face just about breaks his heart. All big watery eyes and confusion, the nickname you so rarely use sounds so soft whispered in the air between you. You’re already beginning to crumble, if only from the way he’s holding you like you’ll shatter with the slightest breeze. Maybe you will.

It’s the tenderness that gets you, in the end. How he seems to just know what you need, far better than anyone else has in a long time. The weight of his arms around you, gentle but firm, makes it suddenly difficult to breathe past the lump in your throat as the tears start to fall. And Javier holds you through it all. Even though you’re both at an awkward angle and you’re pretty sure his leg is trapped underneath you, he doesn’t budge. It’s easy to forget, alongside your easy camaraderie with Steve, that Javier works with you all day every day too.

It can’t be more than an hour later that he feels you slump against him and your breathing begins to even out, save for the occasional stray hiccup. Something about the way you’ve snuggled into him, head on his chest and fingers fisted in the soft black t-shirt he reserves for cold nights and bad days. A crack of thunder and sudden downpour of rain jolts you as you sleep, sends you even further into his embrace, and he holds you to him a little tighter. It’s nice, oddly. Even though having you so close makes his heart want to burst right out of his ribcage.

At least the rain sends a welcome gust of cool air through the open bedroom window, swirling down the hall and mercifully circling around the living room.

Javier tugs the blanket out from around you, just enough to cover the both of you, and shuffles as much as he dares to try and get comfortable. You need the sleep, and he’s not about to take it from you just for the sake of blood flow in his leg. You barely notice when he settles, comfortable even on your old couch and the weight of a grown human on top of him. His back will kill him in the morning, but you’ll have rested better for it and that’s a small price to pay.

He tries not to think too hard about what that might mean.

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raphaellalacognizi · 3 years ago

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so remember last july when i thought to myself, "haha, wouldn't it be cool if i made a mechsona?"

well, turns out a year of living with that thought in the back of your head will only get you 4,977 nearly 5,000 words of backstory and a spotify playlist, so, solid 7/10 experience

(okay look, Day 2 of the Mechtober prompts was the most coincidentally perfect overlap of "Mechsona" and "Blood," so I finally decided to stop being a coward and actually let people who aren't my classmates see this. ALSO, quick warnings for violence and death, if you're a bit squeamish about those sorts of things. So, with that said, the story itself...)

Introducing!

La Vie en Rouge

Dear Reader:

In this strange world, so bright and so bold

You may, somehow, find a Tale Yet Untold

You could read one now, if you so choose

This Tale- of the Blood-Red Dancing Shoes.

It had started like any other day. And not even an interesting kind of “any other day,” like a Saturday, which always promises adventure, or a Thursday, which has a tendency towards mystery. No, this was a Tuesday kind of “any other day,” which merely meant inescapable boredom.

At the very least, that’s how it started.

However, as Adeline Troffea was leaving her house, she heard the trumpets that signaled Lord Vitus’ arrival. She groaned. A visit from Vitus- sorry, His Most Esteemed Lord Vitus, she snorted as she mentally corrected herself- never went well. He was a deeply unpleasant person to be around, as he looked like a spoiled child and acted twice as bad. Additionally, he was usually about two seconds away from screaming nonsensically at any townsfolk who bothered him, like some sort of Saturday-morning-cartoon villain. Sometimes Adeline was sure he must be doing it on purpose- his ridiculous moustache (twirled oh-so-carefully at the ends), his pale skin and delicate hands (that had clearly never done anything harder than gesture dramatically from the shade provided by his servants), the too-fine crowns and jewels and capes his draped himself in (who even needed more than one crown? Isn’t that too excessive, even for Vitus?)- he couldn’t be for real, right?

Reader, Lord Vitus would prove himself to be more real than Adeline could imagine before this story’s end. But we’ll get to that in time.

Hopefully, Adeline thought to herself, walking down the well-trodden path into town, I can be in and out of the market before Vitus takes a single dainty step out of his carriage. Fabien, her best friend (practically an older brother, really) as well as the town’s shoemaker, had promised her something special today- an early birthday present, he had called it the day before, as the birthday in question was “an entire week and a day away” and he didn’t know if his “poor, old heart” would hold out that long.

“Fabien, you’re barely 30!” she had protested, shaking her head.

“I know, Addie, I’m ancient!” he’d moaned, before adopting the affectation of what was probably supposed to sound like an old man, but instead sounded more like a wheezing duck. “I can feel my brittle bones crackin’. They ain’t what they used to be, I tell ya. You know, when I was just a boy, I had to walk to school every day? Uphill! In the snow!”

“Both ways!” Adeline joined in before they both dissolved into laughter.

So now, here she was, in front of Fabien’s shop, feet tapping on the ground in a sort of nervous excitement. Gingerly, she opened the door.

“Hello?” she called. The response came from somewhere in the back of the shop.

“Ah, Addie! What a surprise! What sort of thing-that-I-totally-don’t-know-about brings you here today?”

She rolled her eyes as she began to make her way through the shelves and around the cobbling stations to the back of the building. “You know, it’s a funny story actually, but my best friend- well, former best friend, I should say-” she was cut off by a sharp laugh as she turned the next corner and came face to face with Fabien, holding a beautiful red box.

“‘Former best friend?!’ Is that any way to treat someone who’s gotten you such a spectacular present?” he asked, schooling his face into an over exaggerated pout.

“It is if they’re going to be stupidabout it,” she replied, yanking the present from his hands with ease. Fabien made a wounded sound, and Adeline stuck her tongue out in response before opening the lid of the box.

Inside was the most beautiful pair of tap shoes Adeline had ever seen. The leather they were made of was white as freshly fallen snow, and the perfect balance between flexible and sturdy. She turned them over in her hand and gasped, brushing her finger over the engravings on the metal taps.

“Roses,” Fabien smiled softly, “because I know they’re your favorite.”

Overwhelmed, Adeline could only set the shoes aside for a moment and tackle Fabien in a hug. And for that one shining moment, everything was perfect.

“Oh, I simply must have these!” a haughty voice sang out behind Adeline, who jumped at the sudden noise. Standing there was none other than Lord Vitus himself, bedecked in his finest golden cape, and holding- oh no, absolutely not. Before she could even register her own movements, she yanked her shoes back.

“No, you simply mustn’t have these, actually,” she quipped in that same snooty tone, stuffing the shoes back in the box, before suddenly realizing what exactly she had done. Refusing the Lord? Taking things right out of his hands? Mocking him to his face? How could she possibly get out of this?

Clearly, there was only one answer.

She bolted.

She heard Vitus’ petulant cry of “After her!” ring out from behind, and then the heavy sound of soldiers’ footsteps, but she dared not look back. Instead, she ran harder, her mind racing almost as fast as her feet. There had to be someplace to hide. She turned a corner, onto a smaller side street. She couldn’t go home, it was too far away.She burst out onto another street before turning abruptly, one hand wrapping around a streetlamp to keep her momentum as she flew back where she’d just come from, the soldiers falling over themselves in their confused haste. But there were so many soldiers, and there was no way she could outrun them forever.

She ducked into a dark alley for a moment, throwing herself behind a couple of barrels just as the men appeared at the mouth of the alley. She held her breath as they hurried past her, trying not to catch their attention with her heaving gasps. And this is why I’m a dancer, not a runner, she thought, half delirious on a cocktail of exhaustion and adrenaline. Could it have been minutes? Hours? All the streets had blended together long ago, and her muscles ached with exertion. Unintentionally, she closed her eyes, just for a moment.

A strong hand clamped down on her shoulder and Adeline’s blood turned to ice in her veins as her eyes shot open again. Her despairing cry was cut short as another hand covered her mouth. She shook her head wildly, terror taking over, before she caught the gaze of her captor.

Fabien.

Adeline felt her entire body sink back in relief with his appearance. Slowly and ever-so-softly, Fabien removed his hand from her mouth, making a shushing motion before Adeline could even open her mouth to ask what was going on. He carefully undid the buttons of his cloak, taking if off of himself and wrapping it around Adeline. It dangled loosely from her small frame, making her look even smaller. A disguise, she noted distantly, hiding in plain sight. Once he’d secured it around her shoulders, Fabien began to explain.

“Everyone’s pretty proud of you, you know, standing up to Vitus like that. I know you’ve always been a bit of a wildcard, but that was even better than expected. You should have seen his face when you ran, oh my-”

Adeline made a small noise of distress. She hadn’t been making a statement, she’d been making a mistake! It was all a big misunderstanding, and now she was going to be killed, or worse, and she hadn’t even had the chance to wear her beautiful birthday shoes, and-

Fabien shook her gently, murmuring comforts, and she took in a shuddering breath, focusing back on him.

“You’ve been brave enough today. Let me take a turn, okay?” he said softly, gesturing at the shoebox. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed it from her still shaking hands. In seconds, he had pried open the lid, taken the shoes out, and tucked them into the inside pockets of the cloak Adeline now wore, continuing to talk as he did so.

“The village has been giving Vitus the run-around all day, trying to keep him off your trail, and honestly, I’m not sure he’s noticed. That man is so far up his own ass that I genuinely think he can’t even comprehend the thought of people working against him.” Fabien smiled a bit as Adeline giggled weakly. “Just keep a low profile. We won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

For a moment, Adeline was so overcome with emotion that felt like her legs might give out underneath her. Instead, she threw herself forward and hugged him, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as she could.

“Thank you, so much. For everything.”

Fabien squeezed her in return.

“Nothing to thank me for, Addie.”

It was at this moment the sound of soldiers came rushing back, hurling them both back into reality. In a flash, Fabien pulled the cloak’s hood up, casting Adeline’s face in shadow. He gave her a little push towards the other end of the alley, nodding reassuringly. Adeline took a deep breath, steeling herself, before walking, confidently as she could, back out onto the crowded street.

There were soldiers everywhere, knocking on doors, stopping bystanders and asking them about Adeline’s whereabouts. A customer just coming out of the bakery- Monsieur LeClair, she noted- was having one such conversation… if one could call “a man taking obnoxiously large bites out of a muffin and then speaking with his mouth full, spraying bits of food directly into the soldiers’ faces” a conversation. As the soldiers hurriedly excused themselves, disgustedly wiping the muffin bits from their faces, Monsieur LeClair caught Adeline’s eye and winked. She smiled and bowed her head in return before scurrying off again. As she made her way to the town square, she passed at least a dozen or so variations on this conversation- townsfolk left and right making excuses, even outright lying to the soldiers, distracting them long enough for Adeline to slip away, towards the town square.

Vitus was exactly where she thought he would be- right in the middle of the town square, complaining loudly to anyone who would listen (and all those who wouldn’t). She leaned against the brick wall of the closest building, trying to make herself look as small and unassuming as possible. She bit her lip as she thought through possible escape scenarios, keeping Vitus in her peripheral vision, right up until-

“We found the shoemaker, Your Lordship, but no sign of the girl or the shoes.”

Adeline felt her heart stop as her head turned on autopilot. A crowd had gathered in the square, following three figures that Adeline loathed to recognize as Fabien and Lord Vitus’ men. One soldier shoved Fabien down roughly, while another threw the shoebox down with such force that it popped open, revealing its empty inside.

Vitus rolled his eyes at Fabien, looking bored out of his mind. “Where are they?” he sighed.

“Where are what, My Lord?” Fabien asked through gritted teeth.

At this, Vitus seemed to revert to an overgrown toddler.

“My shoes! They were so very pretty and I wanted them, but that little wretch stole them from me and ran off and I want them baaaack!”

Fabien, still on his knees, snorted.

Vitus blinked, clearly surprised. Suddenly, another laugh joined in, and another, and another, and in seconds the entire crowd was laughing at this grown man’s tantrum. Even Adeline found herself giggling, albeit shakily.

It was as though Vitus had only just now realized what kind of a predicament he was in. No one was going to give up the shoes, or the girl, and to make matters worse, they weren’t going to take him seriously either. He glanced nervously around the crowd for a moment before his lip curled and his nose scrunched up, as though he had just smelled something particularly unpleasant. Standing to his full height, he raised his voice.

“You have one week to hand over the shoes! If you do not, there will be, shall we say… severe consequences.” He turned around dramatically, which reignited the snickering, and quickly made his way back to his carriage processional.

As the carriages rattled away, Adeline was struck by an idea. It was a bad idea, she knew, and probably too risky, but she had already defied the odds once today, and with the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, she felt unstoppable. She nimbly climbed to the roof of the nearest building to pay her respects, so to speak, waving in the direction of Vitus’ window. She ripped off her hood dramatically, snorting when Vitus’ face contorted in rage. And as her heart sang with love for her town and her people, her feet were helpless to dance along for all the world to see. From her perch on the roof, she watched the other townsfolk join her in celebration, dancing in their own little ways. Madame Beaumont lifted her son Jean into the air, spinning him around as he giggled. Michel Rousseau was doing a little shoulder shimmy. Even Old Lady Coralie was dancing a little two-step. Adeline beamed at them all before turning toward Fabien. Several people were still gathered around him, making sure he wasn’t too hurt, and Adeline almost climbed right back down to join them. But, as though he could sense her worry, Fabien looked up suddenly at met her eyes. He smiled at her before winking conspiratorially. Relief flooded through her as she winked back- a sign that everything was going to be okay, and one she believed wholeheartedly.

Just before she climbed back down to go home, she chanced a glance back at Vitus’ carriage. For a second Vitus met her eye, his glare an ice cold promise of revenge. Adeline shivered under the threat, before gathering herself just enough to make a rude gesture back at him. The distressed shriek that followed was music to her ears.

That pompous man-child had it coming anyway, Adeline thought, and resolved to put the matter out of her mind. Of course, Reader, it wasn’t so simple as that, but let it not be said that she didn’t try her best to hide her misgivings from everyone, even herself.

After what was probably too many hugs goodbye, even for her, Adeline finally made her way back home with her new shoes. The moment she closed her door, she slumped against it and slid down to the floor, exhausted and terrified. Her eyes stung with unshed tears as she recalled the look in Vitus’ eyes as he took his leave. She was no fighter! She had no money, no strength, no prospects- no hope. How could she possibly try to stand up to the army Vitus would surely bring back with him? And she couldn’t- wouldn’t- put her people in danger like this, not after they’d already done so much for her. That’s it, she thought, rubbing her eyes, she would go right back to the village and work something out with everyone else, something to keep everyone safe and out of harm’s way before Vitus could return.

But as she opened her eyes again, her gaze fell upon the shoe box, lying on the floor beside her. The shoes themselves had tumbled out from her little outburst, and they almost seemed to be calling to her, begging her to at least try them on, to dance in them. And after so much trouble, how could she possibly refuse?

The shoes were a perfect fit- of course they were, they were literally made for her, she thought as she snickered a little under her breath. Watching herself carefully in the mirror, she raised her right foot ever so slightly before kicking it forward in a test shuffle. She smiled. The sound of metal against the waxed wood floor was perfection. Unable to help herself, she hummed a little tune, matching each note with another step- a cramp roll here, a paradiddle there, a set of triple time steps- she was in her element as she lost herself to the dance.

Dancing in the shoes filled her with such joy that she really could almost forget about the whole thing with Vitus. Adeline knew he wouldn’t take this lying down, and with his power and resources- she knew she had to be prepared. First thing in the morning, I promise I’ll figure out a plan, she reasoned. It’s not as though he could even attack tonight anyway.

So she danced and danced and danced, until the day finally caught up with her, and she quite abruptly fell asleep, not even bothering to take off her new shoes.

That night, Adeline had the strangest dream. She- no, the whole town, was dancing to song unlike any she’d heard before. It almost… hurt, in a way, to listen to, and yet she was sure it was the most beautiful melody she had ever heard. It felt as though it had wormed its way into her soul, her very existence, and intertwined itself so deeply that it might never leave. For a moment, Adeline felt fear, the likes of which she’d never known. She tried to wake herself up, to scream for to someone to help her, to do something, anything to stop this, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop-

And then Calm washed over her completely, every other thought and sensation lost to the ocean of the strange melody as it lulled her back to sleep.

When she opened her eyes the next morning, it was to find that the song had followed her into the waking world. She knew something was wrong, but as she tried to figure it out, every thought was just out of reach. She stumbled out of her room, towards the front door, but her limbs felt almost disconnected from her, almost as if they were being of their own. She slammed face-first into the door, and, for a split second, the ringing of her ears overpowered the music enough to. I need… help, right, that was it, I need help because of…

Because of……

The music, the music, the music- it consumed her every thought. Every step and every breath taken in time with that exquisite, unending song. Every note whispered sweet nothings in her ear, asking, pleading, begging her to join them and become beautiful too, until she was helpless to resist any longer. Until finally, she began to dance.

And dance, dear Reader, she did.

She found herself completely at the mercy of the music as it maneuvered her around like a marionette. She was only vaguely aware that she had somehow made it to the town square, and that several of her concerned neighbors were trying to talk to her, but nothing could break through the haze of the music.

As the day went on and on, passersby occasionally stopped to try to rouse her from her state, all to no avail. It seemed there was no way to reach her, and as night fell, they stopped trying. The light of the moons illuminated her as she danced, and were it not for the sound of the metal in her shoes they might have assumed her some dark spirit. Perhaps some still did. But the fact remains that all the townsfolk, save one, eventually found their way to sleep, secure in their ignorance of the events to come.

The next morning, as the suns rose over the horizon, the people of Strasbourg woke to the sight of not one, but two figures dancing in the square. By breakfast, it had been made a dozen. By lunch, it was nearly half the town. And by 8:46 pm, on the dot, all 398 residents of Strasbourg had found themselves unwilling victims of the dance.

Reader, there are many things I wish I could tell you.

I wish I could tell you that the dancing stopped just as strangely and suddenly as it began, and it became a scary story told for many generations. Or else, I wish I could tell you that the townsfolk found a way to weaponize their dancing and rose up against Lord Vitus, and discovered the cause of their dance- a machine of Vitus’ cruel creation, designed to transmit an almost imperceptible signal into the minds of those who heard it and drive them to madness. Picture it now, Reader: Vitus, stroking a gloved hand down the side of the machine as its whistles blew and the steam that rose from the spouts shrieked, the sound of his dastardly laughter barely audible over the chaos, until it was suddenly cut short by the doors to the hall as they opened with a BANG, and Vitus would finally come face to face with the consequences of his actions.

But more than all that, I wish I could tell you Adeline never remembered what happened as she danced. That for the seven days and seven nights that she danced in the town square, without food, without water, without rest, she was never aware of the fact that everyone she had ever known lay dead or dying at her feet.

None of these things are true, of course. The dance continued, the machine was not destroyed, and as the days passed Adeline slowly became more and more conscious. She watched, helpless, as all around her, her friends, her family, fell to the ground to dance no more. She yelled, screamed, pleaded to anyone who would listen, to anyone who could help- and the only response she got was the answering cries of her village, getting smaller and smaller.

By the sixth day of the village’s dance, there was only one other person still dancing beside her. It was Fabien, because of course it was Fabien- she didn’t know if this was supposed to be a blessing or a curse, though she was leaning heavily towards the latter. His steps had been slowing and his wheezing had increased exponentially in the past few hours, and Adeline knew what was coming, even if she couldn’t bear to say it aloud. Fabien, on the other hand, had no such qualms.

“I did warn you,” he rasped, after a coughing fit had nearly sent Adeline into a heart attack of her own, “That I wouldn’t make it to your birthday. My heart is just so-”

“God, shut up, please, for once in your life just shut up!” She screamed, her voice breaking. Her outburst seemed to shock him, and she turned away before she could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. She took a shuddering breath before barreling on.

“Fabien, this is all my fault, I’m so sorry, I should have-” he made a sharp noise and she cut herself off, choking back a sob.

“Don’t you dare think, for even a moment, that this is your fault,” he whispered, sounding more serious than she had ever heard him. “We all made our own decisions, you and me and everyone else. This is not on you, even a little bit. It was my choice, and I would choose it in a million lifetimes, okay? I just-” Fabien dropped to his knees, gasping, legs shaking almost imperceptibly, and Adeline felt her heart shatter.

“Addie, I’m so sorry,” his every word sounding like it had been ripped from his throat, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.”

And with that, he, too, was gone, and Adeline’s last remaining hope had died with him.

Oh Reader, what could she do but cry? So she cried. She cried for Fabien, for Monsieur LeClair, for Madame Beaumont, for Michel Rousseau, for Old Lady Coralie, for every lost soul of Strasbourg, until only one remained- and only then did she cry for herself, dancing alone once more.

The tears still streamed down her face when Lord Vitus returned with only a small squadron the next day, a full week after Adeline’s dance had begun. Towering over them from atop his horse, Vitus called out to his men.

“Oh ho, what have we here? An entire village, destroyed by some sort of plague, it seems. What a tragic end… But look! It seems one still suffers. Let us put the poor thing out of its misery, shall we?”

The largest of their number stepped forward, an axe readied in his hands. An executioner, Adeline realized tiredly. He made his way towards her, gingerly maneuvering around the corpses littering the town square, and Adeline wished she still had the strength to huff out a laugh. To show respect for the dead, on the path to kill another? How utterly ridiculous! Without a sound, the executioner raised his axe above his head, and Adeline closed her eyes, prepared to meet her end.

“Wait!” Vitus’ whining cut through the air. “Bring her to me first! She has something of mine that I want back.”

The executioner shrugged, before lunging towards the unsuspecting Adeline and hefting her over his shoulder with a grunt. She struggled against him, as much as one can struggle with a body that refuses to stop dancing, but it made no difference- he was simply too strong. Within moments, she was set down before Lord Vitus.

“The shoes,” he demanded. “Hand them over.”

“Are you kidding me? All of this for some shoes?” Adeline whispered hoarsely. “Hundreds of people, an entire town, dead, because you couldn’t stand the thought of someone else wearing these stupid fucking shoes?”

Vitus sneered at her. “On the contrary- I’m killing you because of the ‘stupid fucking shoes,’ as you’ve so crassly called them. Everyone else was… shall we say, collateral damage.”

Adeline’s breath caught in her throat. Her village, her friends, her family- they weren’t even some kind of fucked-up punishment for her, to drive her mad with grief and guilt. They were just “collateral damage,” not even worth an afterthought in the mind of their murderer. Her rage boiled inside of her, and had Adeline been able, she would have killed the man herself just then.

“Oh no, look!” Vitus sounded so genuinely miserable that for a moment Adeline was taken aback. “You’ve gone and ruined them!”

She glanced down as Vitus gestured towards her shoes and saw it was indeed true. The once-pristine white was long gone; now the leather was completely stained through by her own blood.

Reader, do you know what she did then? Why, she did the only thing she could.

She laughed, Reader. She laughed for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, all her frustration and sorrow and fear and anger and fatigue welling up from within her as she faced this utterly ridiculous man. She laughed. And as Vitus’ disappointment turned to shock, then to an angry pout, she laughed even harder. Even the dance, for a moment, seemed to laugh with her, each shuffle taking on the tone of ha-ha, ha-ha.

Finally, Vitus had had enough. He struck her, clean across the face, and for a moment, the laughter ceased as she gasped in pain.

“You know, I think they look better this way,” she drawled after catching her breath. “The red really brings out my eyes.”

Lord Vitus, clearly having expected Adeline to fall to her knees and grovel for forgiveness (fat chance, she thought, even if I hadn’t been cursed), puffed up like a particularly unpleasant frog as he spluttered through some sort of retort. Even his stupid moustache seemed to puff up with him, Adeline noticed in tired amusement, as he finally settled on, “W-W-Well, I never!”

He turned away from her sharply and caught the eye of the executioner. Adeline’s stomach dropped as Vitus’ face returned to that arrogant smile. He looked back at her, malice gleaming in his eyes, and addressed her once more.

“I do soapologize, it seems that I have forgotten myself for a moment. I am, however, fully prepared to make it up to you. You see, I do, in fact, possess the antidote to your little ‘Dancing Plague,’ as it were, and I would be delighted to offer you the cure.”

Adeline couldn’t see it, but as she felt movement at her back, she knew what was about to happen. In one final act of defiance, she spat at Vitus, who squealed as he tried, and failed, to avoid it. He huffed once more as she laughed at him, before screeching his final command.

“A PERMANENT CURE!”

And with that, Adeline felt pain explode in her legs, near blinding in its intensity. For a moment, a scream overpowered the music, and it took a moment longer to realize the scream was her own. She blinked though unnoticed tears to look up -when had she fallen- at Vitus, but she couldn’t quite focus on him -or anything else. She felt so -tired sick- dizzy, and she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and –die- rest. But the pain in her legs screamed for her attention, and as she dragged herself up, she realized why.

At its simplest, a cure is just a way to remove a problem. It doesn’t need to be as advanced as a vaccine, or as complicated as the witches’ remedies of old. In fact, Lord Vitus’ antidote was both exceedingly simple and remarkably effective.

The permanent cure for the Dancing Plague? Simply remove the problem.

Namely, the legs.

How strange, she thought, in that last moment of lucidity, as she stared at the legs- her legs- lying on the ground a few feet away. I almost expected them to keep dancing.

And with that, she fell, lifeless, to the ground.

But Reader- she did not die.

#look im still working on uploading this to ao3 but for now we're stuck like this #ill reconfigure this later once ive got that up. or maybe ill just make a new post. whichever is easier.#mechtober #the mechanisms #i cant believe im maintagging this but you know what im proud of it #my writing #also no im not late what are you talking about

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lilbabycee · 5 years ago

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georgia // steve rogers ✈️

↳ summary: after a mission, the reader comes back with some serious injuries and steve doesn't know how to handle it.

↳ relationship: steve rogers x reader

↳ word count: 2.9k

↳ warnings: near death experiences, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, another overused trope

↳ author’s note: more steve for you because i love this man - enjoy! <3

You’re curled on one of the sectionals in the common room, watching the sun peek out from a blanket of clouds not unlike the ones that you’re lying under right now. The sky is swathed in purples and yellows and oranges and you take the time to enjoy the unobstructed view from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the Avengers Compound. You can feel yourself sinking into the grey ocean that is the obnoxiously large sofa beneath you and you think that if you drown then this would be a hell of a way to die.

He isn’t speaking to you. He hasn’t even seen you in weeks, harboring a grudge so strong that you think the weight of it could crush even his super soldier body. Leaning the side of your head on the couch, you find yourself momentarily distracted by the picturesque scene in front of you, but then your eyelids droop and you are snapped back to the reality of your situation. You can’t sleep without him and he knows that. After all of these years you still don’t know exactly what it is - maybe a product of the Red Room, maybe years of murdering innocents coming back to haunt you, but you can’t sleep alone. You were used to it for years, not getting more than two hours of sleep - if you were lucky - most nights. But long gone are the days of sneaking into bed with Natasha, because once Steve came along, you didn’t need it any longer.

Steve. You sigh in frustration, one hand wiggling out from underneath the fluffy white blanket to rub at your eyes and run over your face. Maybe you’re being dramatic. After all, waxing poetic about your boyfriend wasn’t going to bring him back from wherever the fuck he was in France right now. Prior to a few years ago, you only had yourself to look out for and nobody else. You had become accustomed to it, doing whatever was best for you and not having to take anybody else into consideration because, ultimately, you worked alone. But then you joined the Avengers, became a part of a team, and then you realized that you were surrounded by people who valued your life more than you did.

It was jarring to say the least, but on top of that, you met Steve. It was instant, the connection that you two shared. There was always a sense of admiration that went both ways, and you brought each other a sense of normalcy in a world that was otherwise chaotic and often unbelievable. You love him more than you love yourself on most days, you find. But his Captain persona has a tendency to spark arguments with the intensity of a forest fire, igniting the fire within his belly but in contrast, you become cold and withdrawn and defensive.

It doesn’t happen often, but when you do fight, the entire compound knows about it and the team is forced to witness the tension between you two for days, weeks. This was especially painful for both Sam and Natasha, as they are both so close to the both of you and they always feel as if they had to pick sides.

You miss him, you realize, when rare tears prick at your eyelids and you close your eyes to try and ward them off. This time of the year is especially hard for you, having to watch families and children and happiness and beauty all around you. You can’t stand it. It just reminds you of all of the things that you decided that you couldn’t have, things that can’t fit into the lifestyle that you have so carefully perfected over the years. You’d been spiraling over the last couple of days, truly spiraling and the only person who had noticed was Natasha. There was so much of herself that she saw in you, having grown up the same way without love and affection and comfort.

Steve would comfort you. He’d tell you that your feelings are valid and that you have every right to feel sad and that you’re not alone in your emotions. He’d come cuddle you and call you baby or honey or doll and kiss you so hard that the whirring freight train of despair on a circular loop in your head would come to an abrupt stop and you’d forget about all of that, at least for some time. But he isn’t here so you’re stuck the way you are: sad and cold and tired and alone.

Your ears perk up and you can sense somebody standing behind you. It’s not Steve - you would know - and you peel your eyes open slowly, turning around regardless, curious as to who else could be up at 7:20 a.m on a Sunday and not training. Your eyes meet green ones and you exhale a laugh. Those verdant eyes are flooded with concern and what looks like a hint of… guilt?

“‘Tasha,” you greet slowly, raising an eyebrow skeptically. “You’re not training. Everything okay?”

“I feel like that’s what I should be asking you,” her voice is soft and filled with that same concern, unnoticeable to somebody who does not know her as well. “How’re you feeling?”

You bark out a laugh again, wincing when you feel the soreness of your throat and idly rub at the smattering of bruises that mar the skin on your neck. You become acutely aware of the deep cuts on your legs and your bandaged wrist, sighing when you remember how long you’ll have to spend in medbay with Dr. Cho to change all of them.

“I’ve been worse,” you shrug, slowly becoming increasingly aware of how every small movement comes with a sharp sting of pain. You were no super soldier: you still healed like a regular human being, although people often seemed to treat you like you weren’t one as a result of your extensive spy training. It’d been weeks now and you still aren’t fully healed, something that frustrates you to no end as you were just about tired of sitting on your ass. “I’ll get over it eventually, but it’ll just take a couple more weeks. At least, that’s what Dr. Cho said.”

“You know that’s not what I was referring to,” Natasha gives you a deadpan look and you hold her gaze because you’re nothing if not stubborn.

You know who else is stubborn? St-

“-and Steve,” she continues. You snap out of your slight daze and focus on maintaining eye contact with her. “I spoke to him and told him to come speak to you - he doesn’t know how bad you’re doing.”

“You know that after Georgia he doesn’t wanna speak to me,” you’re surprised at how soft and resigned your tone is.

“He doesn’t wanna speak to you or you’re not giving him the chance to?”

“You know perfectly well that that’s not the case, Nat,” you shoot her a murderous glare and she smirks, walking around the sectional to sit next to you, lifting a corner of the blanket to sidle up next to you. You drop your head on her shoulder and close your eyes again, feeling a strong pounding sensation at the front of your head. A groan leaves your lips and you bury your face into the redhead’s shoulder.

“Steve is absolutely one of the most stubborn people I have ever met,” Natasha starts slowly. “But he also has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I’ve ever met. You and I both know that for a fact. You have to put yourself in his shoes. Imagine how he felt when he saw you like that, blood pouring out of your head and laying on a table on the quinjet, helpless. If that was him, you know how panicked you would have been.”

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three weeks ago...

You’d thought that you’d taken all of them out, running next to Sam and turning the street corner back towards the quinjet. This part of the country had been virtually abandoned, a true ghost town. It had taken several hours to fly from New York just to do some recon, even in the quinjet.

Steve and Natasha were running several feet ahead of you, and they had disappeared out of sight, turning another corner, when it happened. It was supposed to be a quick and simple in-and-out, not meant to take any longer than a few hours, so the relief that it had all gone to plan was almost palpable in the air.

That was until a massive man rushed you with a dagger, obviously desperate and probably out of ammunition. He went for Sam first, a swift and split-second stab to the side - a wound which ended up being non-fatal, thank God - and continued to attack him when you jumped on him from behind. You knew that you were out-muscled - the man stood at over 6’5 and was built like a tree - but you managed to get him away from Sam. You were sure that you could overpower him with purely your agility and skill, but he fought dirty. After tackling you to the ground, he grabbed you by your neck in an attempt to asphyxiate you and damn he was strong. You struggled to pry his hand off of your neck, the intense pain making your vision cloudy and your head spin. Taking advantage of your temporarily incapacitated state, he stabbed you in the shoulder and then repeatedly in the legs, crushing your wrist by putting all of his weight on it. You came to the realization that he was trying to get you to lose as much blood as he possibly could, wanting to drag out the experience. You faintly heard Sam struggling to speak into the comms and hoped that Steve and Natasha were coming back.

The man, with a wicked grin on his face, proceeded to smash your head repeatedly against the concrete sidewalk. The last thing that you distinctly remember was hearing Steve’s heavy boots sprint over to where you were.

You were told that after that, Natasha took care of your attacker while Steve carried you back to the quinjet in a panic. Nat was able to help Sam limp there, surprisingly it really was more of a flesh wound and hit no vital organs. You had been in a medically induced coma for four days after your heart had stopped because of the gallons of blood that you had lost. They tried to restart your heart several times and when they finally succeeded, they wanted to make sure that you were healing in the way that you were supposed to be. When you woke up to Steve sleeping, slouched in a hospital chair beside your bed with your hand gripped tightly in his, you gave him a weak squeeze to wake up. He jumped up and immediately started crying while calling for the medical staff.

After you were left alone, Steve walks back in with a far sterner expression on his face than when he first came in. You try for a weak smile, but you are severely concussed and struggle to form coherent sentences so you are not in the mood to fight with your boyfriend. But it looks like he is in the mood to fight with you.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he begins, standing at the head of your hospital bed with his arms crossed over his chest.

You roll your eyes and heave a sigh. “Steve, can we do this another time? I’m really not feeling up to-”

“No, Y/N,” he barks, effectively silencing you. His Captain voice has made an appearance and your frustrations start to arise. You know that this won’t be a quick scolding. “We’re a team. And you have to make decisions that are best for the team. What you did was unnecessarily put yourself at risk when Natasha and I were readily available to help you. Instead of communicating with us, you took on the task by yourself and look where that’s gotten you. I know that it’ll take a while for you to recover from these injuries but I don’t want you coming on missions for another month after your recovery. It’s-”

“Captain Rogers,” you interrupt him, your defensive walls up and your tone frosty. “With all due respect, sir, I did what I thought was best at that moment. I was protecting Sam. I don’t know what taking me off more missions will do for the team, or me, for that matter. I was trying to protect Sam from death-”

“You died, Y/N!” he shouts at you, voice cracking slightly, and your mouth snaps shut. “You died and I saw you die. Forgive me if I don’t want that to happen again.”

He clenches his jaw and his eyes dart around, a sign that he’s trying to avoid tearing up. Your expression has softened considerably and as you open your mouth to speak, he pins you with a glare so fierce that only air comes out.

“You’re off the missions. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

That’s all he says before swiftly turning on his heel and slamming the door behind his retreating figure.

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Starting to speak, you look at Natasha’s side profile as she stares directly ahead of her: “I know. But he’s acting like Sam wouldn’t have died if I hadn’t helped him. It’s just that I’ve gotten over this. And I’m in pain, Nat. I’m tired. I’m exhausted and my throat hurts and I feel so weak but he’s not here.”

At the end of the sentence, your voice cracks and Natasha’s hand comes up to rub comfortingly at your back. Your body is too busy shaking with sobs for you to realize that Steve just walked in. He sees Nat and smiles at her before his eyes hone in on your fragile - a word that he’s never used to describe you before - body. His smile drops abruptly and he rushes to your side, his stubbornness be damned. Steve had no idea just how badly this had been affecting you, because he was too concerned with waiting for you to come and apologize to him.

“Baby,” he coos softly, gently caressing your cheek. Your head lifts and his heart sinks when he sees your bloodshot eyes and dark bags, coupled with your shaky hands and severe bruising. He hasn’t even seen you in the weeks since the hospital - he took a mission in France with Bucky almost immediately after - and he feels like crying himself when he sees how much the lack of communication has broken you. He’s always considered you the strongest person he knows, untouchable and tenacious. But this, this. It breaks his heart. “Hi, baby.”

You only sob harder as Natasha shoots him a look and stands up, presumably heading towards the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. Steve takes her place after mouthing a thank you - to which she responds with an eye roll - and takes care to wrap his strong arms around you without pressing on any of the more severe bruises.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I was bein’ hard-headed and selfish and I didn’t even think about how hard my best girl has it. But you shoulda seen yourself, babydoll. I thought I had died right along with you on that table…”

Fuck it, you think as you throw your arms around his neck. Sharp pain shoots through both of your arms but you don’t give a fuck because your Stevie’s here and he’s apologizing (?!!) and he’s so warm.

“Stevie,” you sniff, almost childlike in your need for affection. “I’m sorry. I wanted to help Sam and I thought I could take him.”

He chuckles, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes serenely as his lips linger and he starts caressing the side of your bruised neck with his thumb.

“That’s okay, doll,” he smiles. “You probably coulda taken him and I know it was a tough situation. I just want my baby to feel better. I’m sorry I haven’t been here; I needed to clear my head because I was just so damn scared. My worst fear is losin’ you and having that realized, living through that… I couldn’t bear it. But I’m here now and we can make sure that you rest up. You been sleepin’, sweetheart?”

You shake your head - too fast because the pounding in your head intensifies and you groan - and lean up to press a kiss on his cheek. His cheeks warm and you smile fondly at him, pleased that even after all this time you have an effect on your man.

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we honey?” he smirks as he easily lifts you up with your arms wound around his neck. He starts striding towards your shared quarters and lays you in the bed. “Cold, baby?”

You nod and make grabby hands at him, feeling especially needy - a side that you could never show to the rest of the Avengers because they would bully you for the rest of your life. He only laughs, whipping off his shirt and joining you in bed.

“Comfortable?” he asks, looking down at you. You snuggle up to his chest - fuck your broken wrist and crushed windpipe - and feel yourself drifting already. You come to realize that this is where you belong - wherever your super soldier is, whatever he does, you know that you’ll love him to the ends of the earth…

...or at least all the way to Georgia.

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organabanana · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen Characters: Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015) Additional Tags: implied supercorp dumbery, alex's malfunctioning gaydar, strap-on talk, Domestic Fluff Summary: Alex and Kelly discuss sapphic culture, watch a movie, consider strap-ons, and make the most of same-day delivery. I could pretend there's a plot here but honestly it's just domestic fluff for a cute little prompt. Notes: Written for the prompt "Imagine Me & You" for the Pride theme at @femslashexchange. First time writing Dansen so I hope you'll enjoy!

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“Stop staring at me like that! I thought you people were supposed to be non-judgmental.”

If Kelly takes issue with Alex’s tone when referring to psychologists as ‘you people’, she certainly doesn’t show it. She just keeps staring, body turned to face Alex’s on the couch and palms neatly resting on her knees like she’s trying to keep her composure in the face of an unhinged patient or something.

Which is, if you ask Alex, an overreaction.

“We are. I wouldn’t say I’m judging you per se, it’s just—“ Kelly presses her lips together for a moment, clearly trying to come up with non-judgmental words to convey her very judgmental (Alex can read it all over her face) thoughts. “It’s just— you’ve really never—“

“Never.” Alex shrugs, like it’s no big deal. Actually, you know what? She shrugs because it’s no big deal.

“But you’ve… I mean, at least you must be familiar with it? Word of mouth, if nothing else?”

Alex contemplates for a moment, lips pursed slightly as she looks up like she’s expecting to find some kind of cue card on the ceiling of their apartment.

“Not really?” she finally decides, after a few moments of soul-searching, “I don’t really— I mean I know it’s uh… lesbian adjacent?” Alex illustrates how unsure she is about that particular statement with a swishy hand motion, but it clearly does nothing to impress her girlfriend.

“Lesbian adjac— Alex!” Kelly’s eyes widen as she finally loses all semblance of professional poker face (not that she’d been doing a great job before, mind you) and lets out an incredulous chuckle. “It’s not lesbian adjacent, it’s— it’s a cornerstone of sapphic culture!”

“Oh come on, Kel!” It’s Alex’s turn to laugh now, more than a little bit charmed by just how passionate her otherwise very rational girlfriend seems to be about something as silly as this. “It’s so not a cornerstone of sapphic anything. Strap-ons? Sure, I could see that. Some dumb—“

“Do not finish that sent— wait, did you just say strap-ons?”

Alex shrugs. She said what she said. She’s also acutely aware of the very visible (and oh, so very pretty) glow on her girlfriend’s cheeks, no matter how hard Kelly tries to look unaffected.

“Anyway,” Kelly shakes her head just so, and Alex could not possibly be any more enamored by the way she clears her throat and shifts on her seat, “as I was saying, I’m surprised a lesbian over thirty has never seen Imagine Me & You, that’s all.”

“Eh. I’m not much for rom-coms. Can we go back to strap-ons for a minute, though? I feel like there’s a conversation to be had there.”

Alex can see the struggle right there in Kelly’s eyes. Will Kelly Olsen drop an argument, mild as this particular one may be, before it’s been thoroughly resolved? Will she give in to the heat Alex can nearly feel radiating off her cheeks and talk about sex toys instead?

“Would you wear it, or would I?” Alex asks, choosing to give her girlfriend a small nudge in the (obvious, if you ask her) right direction.

“You don’t like romantic comedies?” Kelly says at exactly the same time, looking at Alex like she’s suddenly sprouted a second head.

Alex groans, throwing her head back against the couch in such despair she nearly doesn’t hear Kelly’s next words.

“You. I think?”

Oh.

Alex is once again fully engaged with the conversation, licking her lips as she straightens her back and turns to focus on her girlfriend. “Yeah?” Alex can feel heat rising to her own cheeks now, oddly flattered by Kelly’s choice. “You think?”

There’s a certain warmth to Kelly’s smile when she looks into Alex’s eyes. The kind of warmth that lets Alex know Kelly has somehow read her thoughts and understood them, likely better than Alex herself. “I think you could pull it off, yes,” she says, long fingers wrapping around Alex’s and tugging lightly to encourage her to get a little closer.

Alex would love to be the kind of woman who can keep this back and forth of flirty banter going for a while. She’d love to be the kind of woman who can tease and flirt and play the part of the cool lesbian who knows she’s hot stuff. But the thing is, Kelly is just so beautiful. She’s soft and warm and she thinks Alex could pull off a strap-on and she’s practically begging for a kiss (which Alex immediately gives her, of course, she’s not a monster), and how could Alex possibly resist?

How could anyone, really?

Those cool lesbians simply have never had Kelly Olsen’s bedroom eyes directed at them.

“Wanna go on-line shopping?” Alex whispers between the second kiss and the third, grinning when Kelly’s fingers slide into her hair, “I bet they have same-day delivery.”

Kelly chuckles, light and sweet against Alex’s lips and fully obliterating whatever crumbs of coolness Alex may have had left. “In a rush, are we?”

“Lil bit, yeah,” Alex freely admits, a bit too taken with the way Kelly smiles at her to care if she’s proving once again she’s not the coolest where her girlfriend is involved. But, again — how could anyone resist? Kelly shifts on the couch, smoothly readjusting their position until she’s on her back with Alex on top of her, and Alex is pretty sure she’s peaked. Life simply doesn’t get any better than this.

(Alex has thought she’s peaked, on average, around twice a day since she started dating Kelly. Don’t you dare judge her.)

Kelly’s neck smells faintly of lavender when Alex trails kisses up warm skin towards the spot right behind Kelly’s ear.

“Soap thief,” she whispers, teeth gently nipping and making Kelly let out a sound that falls somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, “for shame.”

Kelly doesn’t answer right away. She lets Alex bask in the feeling of having the upper hand for a few seconds, slips her own hands under Alex’s shirt to grab at the solid muscles on her back, spreads her legs so Alex’s thigh can slot between them… and then she speaks.

“Will your cock be lavender too?”

Alex makes a sound. Unfortunately, because it’s neither sexy nor dignified. She sputters, really. Nearly chokes on her own breath. In her defense… well, honestly, she doesn’t think she needs a defense. Who wouldn’t be disarmed by her girlfriend, all warm and soft and rocking against her thigh with purpose, suddenly bringing up lavender cocks?

Come on now.

“W— would you like it lavender?” Alex manages to ask, voice slightly higher than normal as she pushes herself up on her hands to look into Kelly’s eyes. And maybe also to shift her weight onto her knee, her thigh pressing a little harder between Kelly’s legs. “Do you want it lavender?”

“Baby,” Kelly sighs and arches her back just slightly — just enough to make the column of her neck impossible to resist, so Alex presses an open-mouthed kiss to Kelly’s throat and feels the words vibrate against her lips as they come out, “I want it yours.”

***

Alex’s brain doesn’t fully recover until nearly two hours later, when she’s sitting at her desk staring at the tracking website for the package they will be receiving at some point within that same day.

Technology, right? What a wonderful thing.

“Are you still watching that?” Kelly’s tone is teasing as she walks out of the bathroom brushing her fingers through her freshly washed, still wet hair. “Are you expecting it to just teleport here by sheer force of will?”

Alex shrugs. She’s familiar enough with Martian tech to hold out hope for that happening. And honestly, considering the requests Kelly made regarding size while choosing the (lavender, yes) toy, Alex is pretty sure not even staring unblinkingly at her screen fully qualifies her as the most eager person in the room.

“You know it won’t be here for at least a couple hours,” Kelly insists, “but I know just how we could fill the time.”

It’s like a switch has been flipped. One second Alex is staring at the screen, and the next she’s pretty much forgotten there’s a package to receive. Alex wouldn’t call the look on Kelly’s eyes flirty, exactly, but it’s certainly something. Playful, maybe. Is playful better than flirty?

Alex is oh-so-ready to find out.

“Yeah?” Alex says, already on her feet and moving towards Kelly.

Kelly nods, eyes practically sparkling as she sits on the couch once again.

And Alex, of course, follows her.

Who wouldn’t?

Kelly kisses her first. Something short and sweet that leaves Alex smiling and hoping for a reprise. But instead, Kelly speaks.

“We can watch Imagine Me & You.”

Alex groans, and she’d be lying if she said there isn’t at least a bit of dramatic flair involved in the intensity of her despair. “Kelly! I told you I don’t like romcoms!”

“But you love romance!” Kelly motions in the general direction of the shelf that’s nearly overflowing with little mementos of their life together. A box full of movie theater tickets, a dried flower from the first time they celebrated Valentine’s day, the cork from the first bottle of wine they drank in their home… and the collection is very much maintained (and steadily grown) by Alex. “How can you not like romantic comedies? They should be right up your alley.”

“I like real romance. Not… fake, decaf romance.”

And it’s not a controversial statement, Alex thinks. It’s pretty much common sense. There’s real life, and then there’s movies. There’s real romance — the kind that makes her laugh and cry and get butterflies in her stomach — and then there’s Hollywood’s version of romance, which feels hollow most of the time. Everyone knows that, right?

So why is Kelly looking at her like she’s just cracked some kind of code?

“What? Stop being creepy. I liked it better when you were judging me earlier.”

“But you like big dramatic romance movies,” Kelly prods, “right?”

“Well, sure, but that’s different.”

“Because…” Kelly nods encouragingly.

“I don’t know, Kel. I guess because rom-coms are just kinda…” Alex sighs, “I don’t know.”

“Insubstantial?” Kelly offers, “hard to engage with beyond mindless entertainment? Alienating, even, in a way?”

“Right!” Freaking finally, Kelly gets it. Alex isn’t weird. This is a universal phenomenon, obviously. “Exactly! Exactly that.”

“Honey,” Kelly pats the back of Alex’s hand affectionately, voice down to just barely above a whisper, “that’s ‘cause you’re gay.”

Alex scoffs, somewhere between amused and outraged. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Kelly’s eyes narrow just slightly. There’s a glint to them that Alex knows very well. It’s the look Kelly gets when she knows she’s right.

“Tell you what,” Kelly says, leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table and then leaning against Alex’s side as she turns on the tv, “you watch this one movie with me, indulge my scientific curiosity, and if you haven’t changed your mind by the end I’ll drop the subject forever.”

It’s not a bad offer. Alex purses her lips and pretends to think about it very seriously anyway, just because it’s one thing to be thoroughly whipped when it comes to her girlfriend, but it’s a whole different story to not even try to pretend she can put her foot down once in a while.

Besides, she loves the way Kelly’s face lights up when Alex finally (inevitably) says yes.

“Okay, fine,” Alex sighs just to offset the sheer size of her heart eyes when Kelly does, in fact, light up, “one movie.”

Kelly practically flies through their streaming options, clearly more than familiar with the location of Imagine Me & You. And there are so many questions Alex could ask. So many ways she could poke fun at her girlfriend for what’s clearly a bit of a fangirly obsession. But right when Kelly presses play, Alex notices something that pulls her attention in an entirely different direction.

“Piper Perabo! Oh, I love her,” she sighs, wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulders as her girlfriend snuggles into her preferred movie-watching position, “I watched Coyote Ugly a million times as a teen. My mom ended up getting me the DVD so I’d stop renting it every single week.”

Kelly chuckles lightly, draping one arm across Alex’s waist. “And that didn’t give you any hints that you might have been a bit gay?”

Alex shrugs. Whether she’d been really oblivious or just in denial, she’s at a point in her life and her journey now where she can make a bit of fun of her teenage self. “What can I say? My gaydar’s never been the most finely tuned.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Just look at the Kara thing.”

“The what now?” Alex looks away from the screen to stare at Kelly instead. As far as she’s aware — and she’s a very observant vigilante, mind you — there’s no such thing as ‘the Kara thing’, whatever that means. And what would that have to do with her (lack of a) gaydar, anyway? “What Kara thing?”

“Nothing,” Kelly points at the screen, “watch the movie.”

“No, what did you me— is that Cersei Lannister?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s so good in this. I may have a bit of a crush.”

“On Cersei freaking Lannister, Kel?” Alex lets out an amused chuckle. “I’m honestly not sure how I feel about that.”

“Will you please just watch the movie?”

“Fine, fine, sheesh,” Alex moves her hand down Kelly’s side just to gently poke at a particularly ticklish spot, “but I can’t promise I won’t be too freaked out about Cersei to fully focus.”

But there’s Piper Perabo in a beautiful wedding dress flashing a beautiful smile, and really, not even Cersei Lannister being on the receiving end of that smile can stop Alex from getting sucked into the movie and what’s happening in it.

She watches a ring fall into a punch bowl and exchanged looks and smiles. She hears, much to her surprise, unspoken lines between Piper Perabo and Cersei Lannister that make her smile at the screen because yeah— yeah, she’s been there. She’s smiled like that. She’s felt like that. She’s so enthralled by the movie that it’s only when she feels herself laugh at Cersei’s friend calling herself ecstatic that she realizes she’s been quiet for a while.

“Ok, that was funny. Most rom-coms aren’t even really coms.”

“You’re enjoying this,” Kelly says, her voice full of teasing glee.

Alex feels color rise to her cheeks. “Will you please just watch the movie?”

Kelly doesn’t argue this time.

There’s a science presentation in the dark, pinky fingers nearly touching, a very questionable choice at the movie rental place — “oh, no, you don’t want to learn from Georgie’s Bush” — and then there’s a date.

Alex feels Kelly hold her a little tighter when Rachel asks Luce — who cares about Cersei Lannister, anyway? — to put both her arms around her, and she feels herself smile like a fool when the lily’s meaning is shared. And then. Then there’s almost a kiss, but not quite, and Rachel barging into the flower shop, and Alex is fully invested now. There’s simply no turning back.

“Oh! Oh, no, Rachel, it can’t be over!” She says out loud, because this poor conflicted woman clearly needs advice. “Don’t leave her— oh, she’s back!”

Alex has seen so many on-screen kisses. So many.

She’s watched hundreds of love stories, from cartoons to dark thrillers and everything in between. She’s been having regular movie nights with Kara since she was a teenager, and most times the chosen movie has at least one romantic storyline, if not several.

But this.

This lands somewhere deep inside her chest. And when the kiss ends because Luce has thorns in her bum, Alex realizes there are tears running down her face.

“You all right, baby?” Kelly shifts to press a kiss to Alex’s cheek, catching a tear with her lips.

“Uh huh,” Alex nods. And then she stops nodding. She even stops holding Kelly, because she needs both hands to cover her eyes. “Oh, God. Oh, not him. I can’t watch this.”

But she does anyway. Through the spaces between her fingers at first, and then fully because one of her hands is covering her mouth now, the other holding Kelly once again.

“Don’t tell her to go!” She says, voice watery and just a little shaky as she struggles to keep herself together. But it lasts only as long as it takes for Luce to ask Rachel to remember her, because, “she won’t—“ Alex hiccups, “she won’t remember anything else, Kel.”

“I know, honey.”

Alex nods. She’s crying now. Really crying. Watching Rachel tell her sleeping husband doesn’t help, and neither does her conversation with her parents — though it does pull a watery chuckle out of Alex — or Luce’s talk to her mom. She’s still crying when people pile into a car and start chasing Luce’s cab, because she knows this is going to have a happy ending. Right? That’s the beauty of romantic comedies.

“Oh, the song!” She stage whispers, pointing at the screen when the cyclist rides past the car, and then gasps when Rachel climbs onto the roof of the car. “She’s gonna do it, isn’t she? She’s gonna call number nine a wanker for her lady?”

“A bit cheesy, huh?”

Alex’s eyes widen in utter disbelief. “Cheesy?” She tears her eyes away from the screen once that last kiss is over just to shoot Kelly an indignant look. “How dare you.”

Kelly chuckles, something soft and quiet as she rearranges herself on the couch to free her hands so she can help wipe tears from Alex’s face. “So? What did you think?”

Alex sniffles. She’s not quite done crying yet, but she can still try and maintain at least a crumb of dignity after spectacularly losing this particular argument. “All right,” she concedes, shrugging one shoulder like she’s not at all still a bit weepy over Piper Perabo getting her girl, “it was okay.”

“Yeah?” Kelly reaches for the tissue box on the coffee table and holds it so Alex can take one (or five).

“It wasn’t awful,” Alex says, blowing her nose, and then contemplates simply leaving it at that. But she can’t help herself. “Can we watch more?”

Kelly grins. “More romantic comedies?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean,” Kelly echoes, pressing a lingering kiss to Alex’s lips, “we can start a bit of a sapphic movie night tradition. We can ask Kara and Lena to join in.”

Well, that’s weird. Don’t get her wrong, Alex loves her sister and Lena and watching movies together, but she’s not following Kelly’s leap from sapphic cinema to them. And her confusion must be written all over her face, because Kelly explains even before Alex can ask.

“You know. To expand their film horizons.” There’s something in Kelly’s tone that makes Alex feel like there’s more to it than that, but she’s a bit busy dealing with her post-movie emotions to investigate. “Besides, Lena always brings amazing wine when we have them over.”

Alex is about to agree — Lena does have excellent taste in wine — but the doorbell distracts her before she can.

The doorbell.

Same-day delivery.

“Oh, it’s here!” Kelly practically leaps to her feet, pressing the button to let the delivery person in and standing by the door to wait for them to make their way upstairs.

“Dammit, Kel. Look at me,” Alex sniffles and grabs a handful of tissues to try and fully dry her face, “how am I supposed to — and I quote — ‘fuck you into the mattress’ like this?”

Kelly winks at her just as the doorbell rings. “Trust me, baby. I’ll help you with that.”

And you know what? Alex has no reason to doubt that she will.

#dansen #dansen fic #supergirl fanfic #alex danvers #kelly olsen #fic

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thetomorrowshow · 4 years ago

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Slower Than Words Ch. 20

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Been a busy week! I’ll let you know if I need to slow down updates! So how about we visit Virgil, see what’s up with him?

cw: a n g s t, panic attack

Virgil couldn't move. Roman had helped him into bed, then sat in the room for a while, trying to talk to him. When Virgil didn't respond, he eventually left, stating that he would be back later.

His world was crashing down around him.

Could he believe that just yesterday, he'd smiled? He'd laughed? Now it was all background noise, mindless buzzing that felt totally inconsequential. There was only one thing that mattered now. Patton.

Therapy had been rough, and Virgil had expected it to be. What he hadn't expected was to go over every meaningful interaction he had with Patton. The doctor had said she was “doing some tests”, so Virgil struggled to keep himself together as he talked about the one person he missed most in the world.

Then, she'd had the audacity—she'd dared to—

Virgil took a deep breath, blood boiling as he remembered that it was she who encouraged these breathing exercises. What if he didn't want to calm down? He deserved to feel, remember, Patton needed him to—

Virgil's legs started quaking, but he paid it no mind. He could not be wrong, admitting he was wrong would be abandoning Patton, he couldn't do that, he wasn't dead, he wasn't gone, he'd always been there and always would.

His breathing quickened, coming in short, shallow breaths. His entire body was shaking, and Virgil nearly puked when he realized he could smell rubbing alcohol. He hadn't had a flashback all week, he'd been doing so well!

As if summoned, there were gentle fingers on his wrist. Calm, the fingers traced. It's okay. I'm here.

“Patton,” Virgil croaked. “I—I knew it, you're here, you're here, I knew it—”

V breathe slow. Safe.

Virgil got his breathing under control after a dozen rounds of exercises. His legs were still quivering, but he knew where he was. He was in his room, in Roman's house, and he was going to be okay, and Patton—

Virgil choked.

His own hand gripped his wrist. His own hand was tracing soothing words.

“She was right,” Virgil whispered. His mind frantically grasped at straws, trying to explain what had just happened, as Virgil felt an overwhelming amount of despair.

“Virgil, you talk a lot about Patton. In every instance you told me about, however, you never hear him. You can't see him. Based on your time alone at the beginning of your imprisonment, it seems unlikely that they would suddenly decide to move you into a room with another person.”

Virgil's body had been completely out of energy, lax and unable to move, but now he was stiff as a board, locked in place. It couldn't be. It couldn't.

“We haven't been able to find out what that book was, based on your description of it.”

No. No no no no no.

“And I've seen you trace words onto yourself, in times when you need comfort. An interesting coping habit, one that might appear when a person is locked in a room with no outside stimulation.”

Virgil sobbed, full on weeping as his body couldn't move. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.

And that was exactly the problem, wasn't it?

“Virgil, I think Patton may have been a hallucination that your brain fabricated in order to keep you comfort during the year that you were alone. I may be wrong, but everything you've told me about Patton points to it. Virgil, can you be absolutely certain that Patton was real?”

He'd said yes, he'd said that there was no other option. He'd stormed out of the office five minutes later. He'd refused to talk to Roman in the car. He'd gone straight to his room and curled up on top of his blankets.

Patton had to be real, didn't he? He couldn't have made up a person so complex, so loving, so wonderful. And, more realistically, he couldn't have created something so solid it had washed his clothes on days he felt too ill. Unless he'd imagined it. Anything was possible if it came from his head, wasn't it?

One part of him was screaming, begging him to not abandon his best friend. The other part of him was mourning the loss of Patton. Virgil wasn't sure what to do, torn this way. He had to be real. He was real—but was he? Where was the evidence?

The world was crumbling. Virgil choked on his tears, crying for Patton, crying for himself, crying for the loss he'd just suffered. Patton wasn't real, Patton had to be real, Patton couldn't be real.

Roman knocked on the door, asking cautiously if Virgil wanted to come down for dinner. Virgil pretended to not hear him, feigned sleep when Roman opened the door to look in. He buried his eyes in his pillow as he heard the door quietly shut, then Roman's footsteps retreating. He was alone, isolated, and the one person he'd truly loved had probably never even existed.

What was Virgil supposed to do?

“Dude, what does it say?”

A long silence. Virgil groaned. Apparently he'd gotten an email as well as a letter, but Roman had insisted on reading it to him. Screen-readers were 'too impersonal' now. It wasn't like he was going to get his information any other way.

“Virgil, I . . . I'm sorry.”

Virgil's heart dropped. Roman sounded lost for words, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence. There was no way whatever the letter said was good news.

“You . . . you got in!”

In a shot of adrenaline, Virgil smacked him. Probably on the arm.

“Ow! That was my face, you heathen!”

Oops.

“Roman! Don't—why—” Virgil could barely speak. He'd gotten in? He was certain he wouldn't get in the first time, let alone twice . He got in!

“It's my job, as your adopted older brother!” Roman said, the false hurt completely gone from his tone. “I have to bully you a bit! You should've seen the look on your face, it was priceless!”

Virgil frowned, his heart still racing. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it a bit. “I'm . . . older than you?”

“Doesn't matter! I am, by proxy, older!”

Virgil snorted. “That makes no sense, dude.”

“Doesn't have to!” Roman proclaimed. Virgil could practically see him doing some dramatic arm thing. “I'm the older brother, and therefore, I don't have to make sense!”

Virgil tilted his head back in an approximation of rolling his eyes. According to Roman, it looked pretty creepy when he actually rolled his eyes, and it stung a little. Still, he would probably roll his eyes once he was around people who weren't Roman's parents.

He was really going back.

He sniffed, his nose burning. It had been so, so long. Had the campus changed? Would he be in a different dorm? Would he and Roman still share, since they were in different grades now?

He knew everything about their accessibility and whatever, about how they would accommodate disabled people. The school had actually reached out to him, informing him that he could finish his degree no problem, they had four or five visually impaired students already and could easily make it possible for him to continue his education. Virgil had been in contact with various foundations in order to work things out with his university, and he'd gotten a few scholarships—not to mention, the handful of scholarships he'd already had had gladly reinstated themselves. In fact, Virgil had pretty much already known that he'd be going back. There'd been very little room to doubt, as his therapist had told him several times.

This was real, though. Right there, in Roman's hands, was proof. He was allowed back, and would see teachers and classmates he hadn't seen in over a year. He was starting spring semester, which was still a few months away—Roman, despite his protests, had also put off starting his junior year until spring semester.

“Virge? Are . . . you okay?”

Virgil sniffed again, wiping his cheek to find a few tears there. “Yeah, I'm fine,” he said, with an attempt at a laugh. “I just . . . didn't think this would ever happen, y'know?”

Roman also laughed, albeit much more nervously. “With the way admissions was basically begging you to come back? Of course it happened!”

Neither of them acknowledged what Virgil really meant.

“So, packing?” Roman said, after several seconds of silence. “I know it's a while away, but is there anything specific you want to bring?”

With a pang, Virgil thought back to his hand-stitched hoodie. Hopefully it was bringing Patton as much comfort as it had always brought him. He'd had it for years, made it in Home Ec in high school. Until recently, he'd never been without it. It was bittersweet, in a way. Sure, it was gone, but it was with Patton. Like . . . like a piece of his heart would always be with Patton.

Virgil shook himself. That's stupid. And cheesy, he told himself. Grow up. Move on. He doesn't exist.

There was an ASL club on campus, one that Virgil planned on becoming a part of. Roman wanted to as well, making up something about having always wanted to learn sign, but Virgil knew it was just protectiveness. Virgil was pretty sure Roman had been about to rearrange his entire schedule so that they could have the same classes, despite the fact that Roman was a year ahead and in a different program of study. After a long evening of Virgil sitting in his room anxiously while Roman talked to his parents in the living room downstairs, Roman had come to the conclusion that it was best for him to continue with his intended major. Virgil was relieved—he was a grown adult, after all. He didn't really want someone trailing after him everywhere, insisting on helping him with every little thing.

Did he?

“Am I ready for this?” he wondered aloud. Roman gripped his shoulder tightly.

“I think so.” The words were soft, but no less powerful than Roman's usual loud tone. “You're so strong, Virgil. You're the strongest person I know.”

Virgil couldn't help but cringe. He knew someone much stronger. Whether that person was real or not was up for debate.

His most recent therapy sessions had involved a lot of tears, but Virgil had agreed to acknowledge that Patton might not exist. In turn, the doctor agreed to not make a formal assessment on Patton for the time being. It was still devastating, of course. It was still as if his entire world was falling apart. But Virgil was finding it easier to smile, more natural to joke with Roman.

He was healing.

Did he want to heal?

Yes, of course Virgil wanted to heal. He wanted to move on. He wanted to lead a normal life, without hurt and flashbacks and hallucinations.

But not without Patton.

There was a fork in the road approaching, Virgil was sure of it. He was going to have to choose between waiting for, hoping for Patton, and moving on. He wasn't sure what would happen when he reached that point.

But it scared him that he would have to make that decision alone.

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nymphigeon · 5 years ago

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From me, to you || 01

♤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

♤ Genre: fluff, angst, romance, hybrid au, hybrid!Taehyung, detective!reader

♤ Words: 2.1k

♤ Rating: PG-13

♤ Warnings (for this chapter): swearing, crime, a sex club, mentions of murder, blood, mentions of hybrid abuse, mentions of drugs, mentions of the mafia.

Synopsis: A story in which he has never known love, so you'll give it to him.

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The weather has been terrible lately. The summer heat has been replaced by cold days full of rain and wind. The sky is constantly grey with now and then a flash of light caused by the thunderbolt that decided to say hi. Leaves have turned brown, dying as the trees don’t have the resources to take care of them anymore.

The flock of people on the streets has all but disappeared, giving shops an opportunity to adjust their opening times. Animals feel the need to hide away more and leave to their homes underground or high up. Some even completely move to places where the sun shines brighter. Of course, because where the sun shines there is warmth.

Now sometimes autumn is associated with warm chocolate milk in front of the fire place wrapped up in a blanket. A slow song is playing in the background on low volume while you’re playing cards on the floor, or well most likely on a rug. Seated comfortably, your back against the sofa and your knees raised, nicely cuddled up into yourself, or perhaps someone else.

The sound of rain hitting the windows acts as a lullaby during your time inside. And if you do forcefully need to get out for a short time, the pleasant petrichor will softly welcome you. Or maybe this sounds more like winter? What does it matter, both seasons are cold.

At the time mother nature decided to shift it’s warmth to other places on earth, a thick layer of unease seemed to settle over the city. Like all the fun the sunrays brought were traded for despair. Awfully noticeable in how the amount of cases for the local police have risen dramatically.

People are staying at home so everyone who was hired during the busy summer has to be fired. There is too much staff otherwise. People in this particular town already aren’t the richest in the world, imagine what happens when employment rates drop.

Crimes have been a regular subject for the news. The few that did go outside, now stay at home out of fear. Curtains closed, lights out, please don’t enter my house. Or curtains opened, lights on, there is someone at home.

Most offenders have yet to been caught. Everyone is your enemy now. Don’t trust the neighbour who came home late last night. The sound of your glass falling is the window being broken. I’m calling the police.

While jewellery is being stolen at one side, someone will use the opportunity of the police being busy to kill the innocent. Or maybe they didn’t pay back the money they got from some sketchy dude in an alleyway down the street. Not so innocent anymore.

The only workers making bank at the moment are those with a career in law enforcement. Oh and those criminals were talking about. That includes hybrid dealers and unlicensed sex clubs.

When my boss called me to work, I didn’t expect to hear about a hybrid deal gone wrong inside said unlicensed sex club. Just for your information, treating hybrids like slaves has been long forbidden. You can own them, show off your wealth all you want, but the instant you hurt the half-animal you can see your money out the door. In return, you can expect expensive fines and imprisonment. At least that’s what is supposed to happen.

Still a blind eye is often turned to incidents involving hybrids by both the general public and law enforcements. You can also be fined for not turning in the information you have of a possible abuser, but say that’s also ignored, there is no other law backing the poor hybrid up.

The laws were originally established because the half-animals are also half-humans, created by some crazy scientist who perished years ago. Some rogue failed experiment turned on him. A warning for humans not to take in wild animal hybrids, not that anyone listened. Those wild animal hybrids are sometimes worth more money than the diamond necklace your mafia-boss husband got you.

The second I agreed to meet my colleagues at the crime scene I was hung up on, the beeping tone at my ear notifying me. I love the work I need to do, but I hate the people involved. It pays the bills though, so you won’t see me complaining. I get my stuff together and head out the house. It’s dark outside, raining too. The darkness might be explained by the fact that it’s 11 pm at night. Not the greatest time to be out. Luckily my job has provided me with a car, so you won’t see me walking.

During the ride the radio plays reports of different crimes throughout the city. Some happened at the exact same time, others had no connection whatsoever, yet they ended up being executed by the same group. Tv shows like CSI have been stuffing these sinners with the confidence to rob a place. The average criminal is luckily stupid enough not to know these shows don’t show the entire picture. However, that didn’t make them any easier to catch according to this radio report. On the other hand, what radio stations don’t know is that police won’t show them the entire picture either. Well they’re just there to spread panic, fact checking isn’t a job requirement.

The rain makes the view basically non-existent. Coming down like the angels are just throwing buckets of water over our heads, everything in the distance is blurry. Or maybe they just drank a lot, who knows. Weather reports have been warning for slippery roads, albeit I think they forgot to mention anything about nature made swimming pools outside of our houses.

Seeing as there is nothing good to report on the news they might as well downplay everything to give viewers their daily dose of good news. There is no good news though, and pretending that there is, is dangerous. Hope will only crush future expectations of being safe. Not that they care, they just need high ratings.

Seeing blurry blue and red lights in the distance is my indication that I’m getting close. I’ve never been to this part of town, if I had this so called sex club would’ve already been long gone. Don’t underestimate me, I can sense law breaking acts from a mile away. The fact that I don’t live too far away from addresses where everyone looks to be a drug addict just makes me better at my job.

I park my car next to the others at the side of the road and uncomfortably bend myself to take my bag from the backseat. I do not want to stand in this rain for longer than needed. I mentally prepare myself to get inside as fast as possible. I won’t worry about the sight inside too much, I’m used to it.

I get out of the car and lock it, before walking over to the barricade tape. The outside of the club looks the same as any other sexual fantasy indulging club. Pink lights and posters of men and women in nothing but flimsy underwear plaster the windows. If it wasn’t for the bunch of officers behind the barricade tape, nobody would’ve known there was somebody murdered inside.

Reporters collect themselves in front of officers close to the tape, trying to get any kind of information out of them. They’re not getting any, so they keep trying, foolishly believing we know any more than they do. Well maybe a little more.

Anyways, without proper investigation we are just as clueless as they are. I’ll applaud their dedication though, as not all reporters have brought an umbrella with them. Imagine getting soaking wet just to ask a few questions. They might not have a raincoat, but they’re all somehow protecting their camera’s one way or another.

As I get closer to the tape blocking outsiders from entering, reporters notice me approaching. If it wasn’t for my uniform they wouldn’t even have batted a lash in my direction. Right now apparently, I’m the most interesting human being on earth. Remembering my trainings I keep my head low and ignore every question thrown my way, until I reach the officer waiting for me.

“Ah, detective Y/F/N Y/L/N, we have been expecting you.” He allows me to duck under the tape, fore shaking my hand and placing a gentle hand on my lower back. The umbrella he’s holding protects me from arriving inside looking like I just had a shower with my clothes on. Like this, I get escorted inside, leaving the flashing camera’s behind me.

“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Another female detective greets me immediately once I step inside. The male officer gives me a nod ere disappearing back into the front garden of the club. Probably going to spend his time listening to silly questions and being blinded by light. At least he might make in on the front page of tomorrow’s newspapers. Maybe he’ll get scouted by some modelling agency just to appear on more front pages.

“David Brown, mid-thirties, and an employee at the club, Mia Labell, 23, both got killed after Brown tried to buy a hybrid of another man we can’t identify from the security footage. Both the hybrid and man wore a hood. We don’t know what went down inside the room as there are no camera’s inside and the walls are soundproof.” The woman, whose name is apparently Blair Miller as shown on the name badge on her chest, explains the situation while she leads me to the room.

“For an illegal sex club they are awfully professional.” I note, having paid close attention to her words. “Well if you don’t want to get outed by a customer I guess that’s the right thing to do. People value anonymity.” I add as the other female holds up a key card against a control panel to the right of a metal door.

The door slides open after a beep of confirmation. A young girl laying on the large bed in the middle is the first thing I lay my eyes on. The bed sheets are tainted completely red with her blood. Next to the bed lies a man, drowning in a puddle of his own blood. The bodies of the two still look like they could stand up at any moment. “Time of death?”

I walk further into the room, looking around for any other clues I should note. “Approximately 10.38 pm for both of them.” Blair answers, meekly standing in the door opening. “How did they rent the room?” I put on a pair of white latex gloves, before gently expecting the girl on the bed, without moving her from her position. Her hands are tied together, thick ropes cutting into her skin. A gag in her mouth, a blindfold covering her eyes and some lingerie complete the look.

“They wanted one girl for the three of them, paid, then took this room as any other customer would.” Dangerous, there is no way to keep these girls safe. No camera’s, just selling them off to multiple men at the same time. Is there any security around here? The two bodies contain multiple stab marks in their chest and stomach area. There are no signs of any strangling or poisoning. Cause of death for now is bleeding to death, but we’ll have to wait for the autopsy.

“Three?” I don’t look at Blair as I voice my questions. I’m good at multitasking, no need to focus on one thing only. “Mister Brown, the unnamed man and the hybrid.” They rented the girl as normal, then tied her up and proceeded to use the room for their business. Seeing as both died around the same time, the girl was alive during their exchange. We can’t exactly ask her anything right now though.

“How did the culprit leave?” You take a swab from under the fingernails of both bodies, hoping they might have scratched whoever did this. “Leisurely strolled outside the front door with the hybrid on a leash.” The poor hybrid must have witnessed everything. There was never a reason for this to happen. “These two were found by a cleaner going in not even a minute or two later.” It’s not my job to care. It’s not my job to ask either, but I’m not heartless, I am able to feel sympathetic.

“How are they doing?” I look at Blair for this one. Maybe because it’s a different type of question. “Shocked at first of course. They’ve calmed down now.” That makes me feel better. I’ve been doing this for over 2 years, and never will I be able to understand how someone could do this. Then again, the reason for becoming a criminal investigator was not to understand anyway, but to serve, to protect. And protect I will.

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herstarburststories · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Boredoom (Dick Grayson x Reader)

✾ A/N: It’s been a certain couple of months since I wrote smut/erotica, but here you go! Although, I think it’s better classified as silly porn aka Nightwing’s type? Anyway! Thanks to my friend for being my beta for this one.

✾ Request: hiya! i saw that your requests are open and then i had a mini asthma attack because i had come back from binge reading your masterlist oops,,,,that got me thinking,,,how funny would it be if reader has asthma and just has to use their puffer during sex? like could you imagine if that were to happen to dick or jason? i’d like to see that happen 👀 also your writing is absolutely amazing!!! keep up the good work!! 💕👌🏻🤠

✾ Disclaimer: fingering.

A purposefully loud huff escaped your lips when your body met Dick's couch. He looked away from the copy of Robin Hood in his hand to raise an eyebrow, but the only response he received was a dramatic sigh.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Bludhaven's protector ultimately asked, placing his book on the desk to offer his girlfriend unrestricted attention.

"I’ve never been so bored in my life," you grunted, tilting your head in one of your best dramatic performances. "Quarantine isn’t as fun as it looks in the movies."

"I'm sure zombies will appear and we’ll convert to cannibalism soon, (Y/N). Don't worry," Dick replied, humor obvious in his tone. You rolled your eyes, huffing once more. "Also, it’s only been two days. You can't be that bored, right?"

"Easy for you to talk, Nightwing. You still go out on patrol every night. Something you shouldn't do, by the way." You changed the subject of conversation, returning to a topic which you and Dick widely disagreed. Fortunately, the acrobat had an idea of how to entertain you and change the subject to something less likely to end up with him sleeping in the room he currently resided in.

"You know I can’t abandon my role, (Y/N). Especially at a time like this. I take the necessary precautions, like using my sticks instead of punching them in the face, don't worry." His patented wink was followed by the classic playful smile. Before you could rationalize the joke, he continued, "But I might have a hint of how to get you rid of your boredom..."

The suggestive tone in his speech caught your interest instantaneously. "I would love to hear your idea, Dick Grayson."

Grayson's next words evaporated upon his lips, giving space to a malicious smirk as his body leaned over yours on the couch. His mouth easily found its home; your lips, into the slow, lazy beginnings of a kiss.

When you drink for the first time, it is easy to get drunk. Then, you start drinking on more occasions and your limit increases. Two glasses are needed when, a while ago, it would take just one. The organism gets used to it and needs more to achieve the sensation of the first time. With Dick, it always felt like the first time. It didn't matter if he had kissed you two minutes or two months ago; every single touch of him reached a new layer of everything good that someone could transfer to another person, like discovering a new exciting part of yourself.

His hand cupped your cheek, drawing you closer in. The world existed outside that apartment, each minute still had sixty seconds, and Dick Grayson was willing to spend all of them making your body reach a new level of highness for him, without even needing more doses of change to do so. Your heart felt like it was tied to his touch and his only. Dick's hand slowly fell down on the side of your face. His thumb pulled down your lower lip, a farewell present in the intense softness of the gesture.

You giggled, and Richard smiled at you. The playful fingers began their private journey in search of paradise itself on earth. More murmurous kisses were offered as bargain and readily accepted by you. It was a small distraction from the new heights your body was reaching.

Fingers from your chin to jaw, his tongue found yours and caressed it as if he were trained for it. Kissing him was like a dance, it always had been. Grayson's hand stopped on your neck for a moment, but there was no trace of pressure there. Dick just kept dancing, holding on; you wanted to wrap your legs around him, offer some comfort to your wet pussy, even if it was just pressing it against his erection, which was now hard against your leg, to make his self-control more difficult. Yet, you knew better than that. He would have already pulled your legs if that was the plan. His fingerprints on your chest indicated the antics the hero wanted to use.

Dick placed his lips on your neck, lavishing attention upon that spot as much as he wanted. You closed your eyes, unable to decide what you liked most: the bites and gentle suction on your neck or the tender fingers that were already on your stomach. Your hips moved of their own will, seeking the carnal solace you craved as you moaned softly. The former Robin laughed in pleasure at your neediness, moving away from his little branding job to look you in the eyes. He loved to watch you like this, spreading your legs for him while his hand found its way inside your pants.

And now, looking at you and feeling wetness in your panties, Dick decided to keep it a bit slow, as if to see how far you would go. After all, it had been three long weeks without sexual activity. Between his work of detective division vigilante and yours in full-time journalism, 24 hours weren't always enough, but in this moment, all he had to worry about was how needy for him you could get.

Grayson's digits circled your vulva, playing on the edges of its outer lips until he received an impatient sigh from you. He laughed, temporarily satisfied. You looked at him, ready to tell him to do what he knew how to do, but you were silenced by one of his fingers entering your vagina. You pressed your lips together and pushed hips towards him, a nonverbal way of saying that you wanted more. Dick, however, just moved his finger out of your reach. It caused you to open your eyes, stunned.

"Dick!" You were breathless, probably from the rush of sensations he had been — and was supposed to still be — making you experience.

"What?" There was false innocence in his voice that contradicted everything that was happening, especially when he took the finger that was inside you to his mouth and sucked, expression shifting into contentment. "You taste so good, baby. Imagine when you're coming for me."

"Richard John Grayson, if you don’t put— Fuck." The ensuing groan encompassed an ugly word. One of his fingers was still inside you while the other was pressed to your clitoris.

"How am I making you feel, huh?" he asked, despite knowing the answer as well as he knew your sweet spots. Adding another finger, Dick started looking for your G-spot, clitoris being well taken care of by his ring finger. Fuck, he was almost salivating by just thinking about eating you out, your taste, putting his tongue in the warm, wet place his fingers were, but for now, Grayson wanted to watch you enjoy yourself. It was in the way you bit your lip, whimpered for it and moved your hips to get more as if you didn't already have it all when it came to Dick Grayson. "Am I making you feel good?"

"I..." The weight on your chest worsened significantly, almost as if you had put a rock there. You mentally screamed at yourself. Fuck, out of all possible times, you had to be literally running out of breath while your pussy— Come on! The only good thing was that you knew your own body language well enough to quickly understand what was going on. "Dick, I can't breathe."

Dick, on the other hand, was too involved in taking you apart to reach the same conclusion as you.

"I’m making you breathless now?" Indigo eyes meet yours, full of lust. For a millisecond, you wondered if you could handle the random crisis, or if you could be confused about two different things with similar symptoms. That is until the shortness of breath had gotten worse. Fuck.

Well, the opposite of fuck now.

"No, Di— FUCK!" Feeling like the air wasn’t getting into your lungs and the fact that your boyfriend had just found a certain spot inside you while simultaneously rubbing your clitoris didn’t help you remember how to breathe. "I’m literally... My puffer!"

"Wh-- Oh my God, your inhaler!" Mentioning your little miraculous friend that wasn’t between his legs finally brought Detective Grayson's dormant instincts to the surface. He almost jumped away from you, hastily looking for the inhaler. "I'm sorry— I thought... Wait." The scene would be comical if you weren’t coughing in despair, gasping for air and yet simultaneously turned on. He found the puffer on the floor, beside the desk, and handed it to you. Relieved and mildly frustrated, you forced oxygen back into your body for a few moments. You forced yourself to calm down until the inhaler could be discarded next to Dick's book where it originally was.

You faced each other. What could be said? Sorry for forgetting how to breathe while you fingered me? Sorry for confusing your moans of "I can’t breathe’’ for "You’re making me breathless"? Can we agree never to use this expression again? So, I almost died, but am I still up for it? Is my cock still hard after your near-death experience?

For the second time in the evening, words were passed over to make room for another way of communication. The two of you burst out laughing, loud and scandalous. What the fuck just happened? A few good minutes later and you looked at Dick with a smile, your hand full of sin located on his thigh.

"We still got plenty of time. You know, quarantine perks."

Noises of 'you are unbelievable' from him were drowned out by a few more giggles, which soon gave way to corny moans. Perhaps the last two options were the right things to say.

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likeanemployee · 5 years ago

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“There you are! What are you doing now you big dolt” A voice said just before the head that voice belonged to appeared hovering above Ruby. A white pony tail pointed down at her from the left side of that head and as Ruby rolled her own head back the rest of its owners body came into view. It appeared to be standing on the ceiling of the world and falling into the endless night sky from this angle and Ruby simply smiled up at it in spite of its chiding words, the hands resting tartly on it’s hips or the frown staring down at her.

“Hi-ya, Weiss” She answered brightly as if the other woman’s greeting had been as friendly as could be “I’m watching the stars”

The same frowning face stared down at a Ruby for a few seconds more before at last its owner sighed rolled her eyes and tossed her shoulders back in an exaggerated shrug.

“Of course you are” Weiss said with an exasperation which was even more dramatic then the shrug “why what else would you do on a frigid night like tonight except come lay out on the bare cold ground and stare pointlessly into the sky while you wait to catch a cold, or worse!”

“Exactly” Ruby chuckled back “well except the part about it being frigid and me catching a cold”

Even Weiss had to know she had been exaggerating pretty heavily to call this night frigid it was a bit on the cool side sure but only enough to add that crisp sense of… of… something! Ruby wasn’t quite sure what to call it but the coolness against her skin, not so much to be truly uncomfortable but enough to constantly remind her it was cool, added something surreal to the experience. Or maybe, she thought, it was the exact opposite maybe that something was not a surreal-ness but a reminder, as constant as the cool air against her skin, of just how real it all was, that she was really here in the midst of the cool outdoors staring up at real stars and not warm inside somewhere looking at a picture. It didn’t really matter, she decided, whatever that something was she knew she felt it and that’s all she really cared about. As her thoughts wandered, Ruby had looked away from Weiss and returned her gaze to the vast clear sky and she was surprised when Weiss reappeared not behind and above her but right next to her on the ground.

“Well If you insist on laying out here foolishly”she started sternly as she appeared and moved to lay next to Ruby “you can at least let me lay here with you, just to keep you warm and make sure you don’t freeze to death of course” she continued her voice softening suddenly as she moved to wrap one arm around Ruby and snuggle up against her.

“Of course” Ruby agreed looking away from the stars twinkling above her to smile into the eyes twinkling beside her. Weiss smiled back but neither said anything more and after a moment they returned their attention to the night sky.

They lay silently that way for a long time before at last Ruby spoke, softly and without turning her head or looking at Weiss “Do they tell the tale of the lovers in Atlas?” She asked “ it’s not exactly the most common fairytale even in Vale and I’m not sure if you would have heard it.”

“I’m not sure” Weiss answered honestly “there are a lot of stories about a lot of lovers you’ll have to be more specific”

“they say” Ruby started and her voice was soft almost dream like as she told the story without ever looking away from the stars “that there was once a noble woman more beautiful than any other and with her beauty came offers from every nobleman in the world promising wealth, power, happiness and everything in between in exchange for her hand in marriage. But for all they offered, for each man who had come to her to show what wonderful people they were, and many of them were good people, who really honestly wanted to earn her affection, she hadn’t found a single one she could love. Until one day a young common born guard happened to glance in her window at just the right moment. Their eyes met and they smiled at one another and instantly they fell for each other. The noble woman invited him in and they spoke briefly before he had to return to his duties. From then on they both found every excuse they could to be together and before long the endless potential each had felt in that first lucky glance turned into a love greater then either had ever imagined. The love was not to last however, the noble woman’s father saw what was happening between his only daughter and a mere foot soldier and became furious he locked her away in a tower until he could arrange a suitable match for her and he sent the guardsmen off to war.” Ruby trailed off, at first Weiss thought it was a dramatic pause but it lingered a little too long and Weiss began to wonder if that was the end of the story.

It seemed like a rather sudden and unhappy ending but… her thoughts were cut off suddenly as Ruby spoke again. Her voice had changed it was suddenly rushed and the younger girl had looked away from the stars for the first time since the story began, actually rolling over slightly to speak directly to Weiss

“ok I know the beginning is a little cliché but it gets better and…”

“Hush Ruby!” Weiss cut her off, her tone revealing none of the smile which crept across her face as she recognized the self conscious worry in Ruby’s voice. It was so like the dolt to start head long into a story and only realize halfway through that maybe Weiss wouldn’t like it. In fairness to Ruby there was no reasonable way for her to tell how much Weiss had been enjoying it. Weiss had never looked away from the sky above her and she doubted that even now staring right at her, Ruby, from her side profile view, recognized the smile plastered across Weiss’s face. There’d been even less evidence for Ruby to gauge Weiss’s reaction with when she’d still been staring up at the stars herself. None of which really mattered because she was enjoying the story. How could she not? The calm quiet night, the beautiful black, light speckled canvas unfolding before her, the cool not quite cold breeze which made her appreciate Ruby’s warmth against her side that much more, all of it helped build the perfect atmosphere. Perhaps Ruby’s story had been a little cliché and a little predictable but there was a reason such stories had become cliché and just now, with Ruby at her side, all Weiss wanted was to hear it’s simple tale of love, told with the passion, an unusually quiet and serene passion for Ruby but passion none less, with which she told it. “just keep telling the story” Weiss finished a moment later letting her soft voice reflect the longing she felt for Ruby to continue.

Ruby paused a moment longer, first to smile at Weiss then to look back up into night and let the peacefulness of the world around them reassert itself before she continued in that dream like tone “it didn’t take long, after only one short month word arrived confirming the woman’s worst fears her love had died in the fighting. Stuck in her tower and deprived of all hope she fell deep into despair. In her darkest moments she began to cry out and beg her guards to put an end to her misery. The gods saw this and were moved by the depth of her love, pitying her they gathered up everything she was and deposited her amongst the stars. Then they reached out again, found the soul of her lover and gave him a place in night sky as well. But even this would prove to only keep them apart, doomed to spend eternity staring across the horizon at one another.“

“Realizing this the woman broke down in tears once again and finally hope was found, the tears fell from her face and became a river of stars. A river which stretched out toward her love, perhaps in time it would reach him and she could cross it and at long last they could be together.”

A silence hung in the air as Ruby finished the story and Weiss found she was actually holding her breath afraid even simply exhaling might break the perfect stillness of the night. That silence couldn’t have lasted more then a few seconds but it felt much longer before Weiss released her breath whispering “It’s a beautiful story Ruby. I…”

“There look” Ruby interrupted pointing to a portion of the sky, her tone lacked the dream like, almost mystic, quality it had as she told the story but it was still much softer and more serene then was Ruby’s wont ”it took me a while to orient myself but see that’s the woman.. and there her lover and the river between them. It’s getting close isn’t it? I like to think it won’t be much longer now”

Weiss took a moment to examine the constellation Ruby had pointed out, and she smiled as she did because Ruby was right the “river” was close to reaching the “man” but even as she recognized that another thought itched at the corner of her mind. “That’s a pretty thought but..” she hesitated and frowned “well It’s sad really isn’t it because your right, Ruby, it is so close, they’re so close but they’ll still never be together, I mean the night sky never changes.” Weiss was a little shocked by how sad she sounded, how sad she actually was as she said that, she wanted those lovers to be together with a passion she would never have expected such a short simple tale to inspire.

“Maybe not to you and me” Ruby said and something in her tone told Weiss she’d thought about this before, “but to the stars? Who knows maybe our whole lives, hundreds of our lives are but a moment to them and really does it matter how long it takes as long as in the end, after everything, they get to be together.”

Weiss didn’t have an answer to that and that ever present silence reasserted itself as she tried to find one. “Maybe.” She whispered back after a moment. It was all she was able to come up with. Astronomy had never been a particularly important subject on Remnant and she didn’t know much about stars or their life spans, so she supposed it was possible Ruby’s theory was correct, at the very least Weiss certainly couldn’t disprove it but it was hard to imagine those little dots twinkling away in the sky unchanged and unmoving for centuries or more and yet able to grow and change, and if it were possible for that river of light to grow wasn’t it equally possible for it to go out? If the night sky did change after all, who said it could only get brighter maybe after all those years the river would spread only to find the lovers ripped apart once again as the light of one or the other dimmed and went out…

Weiss felt suddenly tiny and insignificant as she contemplated the eternity spreading out before her and strangely that tininess made her appreciate the night infinitely more. It was as if the recognition of her own smallness forced her to recognize those things which seemed small to her and she stopped to take it all in. The warmth radiating off of Ruby, the slight pressure of their bodies against one another, the rush of a cool gentle breeze against her skin and the indescribable peacefulness of the silent world around them, Weiss could have stayed in that moment forever and she closed her eyes and let herself melt into it. As she did she found she could suddenly feel individual blades of grass poking or brushing against her skin and the slow rhythmic pattern of Ruby’s breathing and then a stirring beside her. it was slight that stirring almost more imagined then felt and at any other time Weiss probably wouldn’t have noticed it but she felt it now and she opened her eyes slowly, gradually returning to the present and wasn’t surprised at all when Ruby spoke up a moment later.

“you wanna hear something even crazier?” She asked not quite laughing at herself

“What’s that?”

“The real reason I came out here was to see if the story was true.”

For a moment the comment didn’t sink in and Weiss lay smiling up at the stars and then she blinked and sat up suddenly. She looked down at Ruby with one eye brow raised in an expression which simultaneously questioned Ruby’s seriousness and her sanity and found that she couldn’t come up with a single word with which to reply to that.

Ruby snorted at Weiss’s reaction and a little at her own absurdity and continued “well ok I didn’t really think it was true but well I’ve been thinking it turns out a couple of the fairytales I heard as a kid, and always thought were nothing more then that, fairytales, are actually true or at least had some truth in them and so I wondered what other stories might have some truth in them. I always liked that story, although it wasn’t really one of my favorites growing up. I always preferred stories with action, heroics and monster slaying...” Ruby moved her hands in imitation of martial arts moves as she spoke and it made Weiss chuckle.

It was hardly the first time Weiss had seen that imitation and considering how good Ruby herself was at “action, heroics and monster slaying”, it always amused her how bad of an imitation it was. Weiss shook the thought aside and smiled down at the goofball she had fallen in love with.

“Somehow, dolt, it doesn’t come as a great surprise to me that you like adventure over romance.” She said and somehow didn’t quite roll her eyes as she said it.

Ruby smiled impishly back “well okay, yeah but it’s not that I don’t like romance. I mean in all the best adventure stories the hero always saves someone and they fall in love and live happily ever after its just romance stories are always so mushy and boring.”

“By which you actually mean you always wanted to save the damsel in distress and just have her fall hopelessly in love with you and not have to deal with all the drama that’s in a good romance story” Weiss challenged.

“Well that is what happened isn’t it?” Ruby teased back

“Ruby Rose” Weiss answered in a dangerous tone “I will spar with you right here and now if you really think I’m some princess who needs you to rescue me!”

“Don’t be ridiculous” Ruby laughed “you’re not a princess you’re a queen! Her majesty the Ice Queen, slayer of grim and freezer of adorable girlfriends! Long may she reign!”

Weiss scowled at her a moment longer but the Ice Queen melted before her “adorable girlfriend”, she always did after all, and smiled as she responded wryly “You’re lucky we both left our weapons inside, it’s not worth the effort to walk all the way back to the house just to try and beat some manners into you, not since it seems to have failed all the other times anyway.”

“Plus you’re afraid you’ll lose.” Ruby answered smugly unfazed by Weiss’s threats

“Oh, is that so? I think you’ll regret those words, Ruby Rose.”

“I think you’ll have to make me, Weiss Schnee.”

They held each other’s gaze challengingly until suddenly Weiss shrugged and then jabbed Ruby ruthlessly in the side with a finger.

“Hey!” Ruby protested wagging her own finger under Weiss’s nose “that’s not what I meant! Besides it was no fair I wasn’t ready”

“Well are you ready for this?” Weiss asked and promptly leaned in and kissed Ruby

“N…no” Ruby blushed a moment later but then her tone shifted “so I guess you’ll have to do it again, now that I am ready.” She smirked

“Why? What fun would that be?” Weiss answered with a teasing air of superiority

“well I think it would be plenty of fun but mmph…” Ruby started mumbling grumpily before being interrupted with another kiss “you’re mean.” She finished after the kiss but she was smiling almost as brightly as she was blushing.

“And just you remember that” Weiss said and laid back down beside Ruby. As she did Ruby moved to wrap herself around her, snuggling her as tightly as she could, and lay her head on her shoulder before closing her eyes and treasuring the embrace but then her eyes popped back open. “hey! You went and got me all off topic” She said.

“And what topic were we on exactly?” Weiss answered without moving

“Why I came out here!” Ruby answered in an offended tone although she didn’t make any more effort to break off the embrace then Weiss did.

“Oh I thought we settled that, it’s cause you’re crazy and trying to catch a cold.”

“NO!” Ruby answered and this time she did go so far as to lift her head and stick her tongue out at Weiss although she laid it right back where it had come from before she continued “it was because of the story, the one you said you liked”

“It was a good story…” Weiss answered thoughtfully

“See” Ruby smiled “I think so too and I’d been thinking about it a lot recently and the more I thought about it and those fairy tales that turned out to be true the more I wanted to come look at the stars again. I hadn’t done it since I was a kid and I don’t know I thought maybe with everything we know now I’d see something different maybe I’d find out there was some truth to that story too, I didn’t really expect to but.. well I still wanted to come look at them again.”

Weiss thought about that for a moment a decided it probably wasn’t quite as crazy as it sounded on the surface, no crazier then a dozen other things Ruby did regularly at any rate but then another thought occurred to her “I suppose that makes as much sense as you ever make” she said “but why that story, I mean like you said it wasn’t really one of your favorites growing up and why did you feel like you needed to tell me that’s why you came out here?”

“Well that’s because of umm.. you.” Ruby answered and it was clear she was feeling embarrassed “I just I really love you, Weiss, and when I think about you and… and things I always think about that story.”

There was something odd about Ruby’s tone something Weiss couldn’t quite place and then it hit her like a ton of bricks

“Ruby?” She asked softly cautiously “are you afraid you’ll lose me? Like the lovers in the story lost each other?”

“Yes” the answer came back in a tiny quiet voice as Ruby sat up slightly so she could look Weiss in the eyes, her own on the brink of tears “aren’t you?”

“I…” Weiss began but hesitated, trying to swallow down a lump which had suddenly appeared in her throat, “of course I am.” She continued “How could I not be, I love you too and considering what we do for a living, it terrifies me sometimes.” She fell silent and, despite the single tear which had broken free and run down her cheek Ruby seemed to take comfort in knowing Weiss felt the same way she did. She managed a sad smile which said she would be ok but said nothing before laying her head back against Weiss’s shoulder.

They lay silent for a time taking comfort in each other’s presence until at last Weiss spoke up again “I think I understand now what you meant when you said you wanted to see if maybe there was some truth in the story, even if you didn’t really think there would be. It’s the same reason I so wanted to believe you were right about the stars and the river because maybe, maybe if the story does have some truth and if the two lovers really will be together again some day then maybe we don’t have to worry. Even if one us...” she stopped unable to actually say the word “even if something happens” she said instead “if we just love each other enough then we know one day we’ll be together again, and like you said isn’t that all that really matters.” She paused again and took a deep breath “but just because I want that to be true doesn’t mean it is and it scares me, Ruby, more then I know how to say. I’ve fought monster and creatures and seen things which should only exist in nightmares and not one of them scares me as much as the thought of losing you and I would so love to be able to say look see look at the stars, at the lovers, they were okay in the the end and we will be too, but I can’t and I hate that I don’t know what to do or say to quiet my fears and I hate even more that you feel the same way and I don’t know what to do or say to help quiet yours either.”

“Maybe not” Ruby said and there was something almost like humor in her voice “but I think I actually might.”

“I shouted at my dad once” she started “I regretted it later and still do in some ways but I know he never held it against me because I was young and hurt and angry and he knew all that too. It wasn’t so long after my mom died, I was still just a little kid really and my dad, he was incredible. After all he lost he kept soldiering on, taking care of me and Yang and most incredibly he kept loving us. He would laugh and joke and we could feel how much he still loved us. One night when I really missed my mom I started crying and he saw how hurt I was and tried to comfort me to tell me that it was going to be ok and that he loved me and I called him a liar I still remember the exact words I said “you don’t love me or if you do you never loved mommy” he didn’t even flinch, or maybe he did and I was just to young and upset to notice but it doesn’t matter because what he did in response was ask me “ why do you think that?” And he wasn’t mad or upset he simply asked it calmly and seriously and I screamed my tiny little furry back at him “because you couldn’t, you couldn’t have loved her and still love me! Its not possible!” I bawled and he just smiled, it was a sad little smile I can still see it now, and he said “Ruby it hurts to lose someone you love, I know, Ruby, I know, it hurts and I did love your mom just like I love you I promise you that Ruby. But there’s a price that comes with love, to truly love someone to wrap so much of your happiness and your being into them, you leave yourself vulnerable, vulnerable to them and what they might do to you, vulnerable to others who might use your love for them against you and vulnerable to losing them. I won’t lie to you Ruby it never gets less painful every time you lose someone you love it’s like losing a little part of you. So you have to decide is all the happiness, the wonder of loving them in the first place worth the pain of losing them, I think it is, if I could go back knowing what was going to happen I would still choose to love your mother. The time we had together was infinitely better the eventual pain of losing her and I will always love you and your sister no matter how vulnerable that might leave me but not everyone makes that decision some people decide it’s better not to love, better to be on there own and not have to face that pain. I don’t think you’ll be one of those people I think your braver then that, stronger then that but in the end I can’t decide for you it’s a decision you’ll have to make for yourself.” I didn’t really understand at the time but the words have always stuck with me and I came to realize he was right, love, it is worth it. All the pain it could ever cost can never compare to how wonderful it is to have people in your life you love. I know that Weiss and have believed it for a long time. So when I say I’m afraid of losing you Weiss, I am, when I come out and stare at the stars because I want some tiny reassurance that maybe just maybe I don’t have so much to be afraid of, it’s because I do so desperately want something anything to reassure me it will all be ok but it doesn’t really matter because even when I don’t get that reassurance, even when I’m so so scared of what might happen. I still love you and nothing could ever cost enough, hurt enough to make me stop loving you. but there is one thing you can do to help and I hope I can to it to help you too and that’s what your doing right now, be here with me, so that I can experience that wonder, that happiness, that love and remember exactly what is I’m getting in exchange for that risk, because when I do I can’t imagine what more I could ask for.”

Weiss stared at the love of her life in wonder. It wasn’t the first time she had been amazed by Ruby Rose and she doubted it would be the last but it took her by surprise every time and made her lover her even more. “You’re right” she said when she found her voice again “love will always be worth the risk. I think I knew that before just never had the words to express it but you’re absolutely right, Ruby, love does leave you vulnerable but it is worth every ounce of that vulnerability, and I can’t think of a single thing I would rather do then be here loving you.”

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canyouhearthelight · 5 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 95

More intrigue~~~~ And some humor, because when humans get scared, some of us make jokes.

It took a sedative and Lyric for me to get some sleep before my clandestine meeting with Antoine. Conor and Maverick had both protested, calmly but firmly, and at length. In the end, they only conceded if someone they trusted could follow me in disguise. Their first choice - my sister - was entirely out of the question, since she was entirely too recognizable… especially to Antoine. Xiomara was out as well, since there was very little chance anyone associated with Jokul would not recognize her somehow. Same thing for Charly.

Fortunately, Arthur was able to pass Xiomara’s muster for disguise within the twelve hour deadline that we had to work with. An hour and a half before I was due at the Undine, I was pacing with worry that I would actually have to go alone. A traitorous voice in the back of my head wondered if Antoine had a point earlier - was I really hiding behind people? However, before I could wrap myself too tightly in a panic attack, the door chimed with a request for entry. Praying fervently to any takers that Xiomara found someone to follow and observe at a distance, I composed myself to answer the door.

As expected, Xiomara stood on the other side, casual grin shining like the sun as she leaned against the door frame. What was entirely unexpected was the man standing just over her shoulder. Slightly taller than me, he was rocking back and forth on his heels, hands in his khaki pockets as he craned his neck to look around like everything was unfamiliar. A hideously striped button-down strained across his stomach. That can’t be comfortable, was all I could think. Why doesn’t he have clothes made that fit better? Any discomfort he was experiencing didn’t even trickle into his expression as he gave me a cheerful smile. Silver, unkempt whiskers matched the unruly hair on his head, but something eerily familiar stared at from dark brown eyes framed by thick glasses and rosacea.

Shaking my head, I have Xio a confused glance. Her smile never waivered, however. “Hey, Xiomara…” I said slowly. “Come on in…”

“Thank you,” she gave a small mock-bow. “This is my friend Solozo, thought I would introduce him to you. He had an idea for an event.”

I nodded, still squinting at the unfamiliar man. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, both of you come in.”

“My deepest gratitude, Miss Sophia,” Solozo nodded as he passed. “Surely we are interrupting you, but you invite us into your home the same.” His accent was so strong I could hear it even over my translator. Italian, but not quite the Neapolitan I was more familiar with from Before.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Xiomara made herself at home with a cup of coffee from my kitchen. At the same time, Solozo looked around my living room. Small comments here and there washed over me as I noticed he had a stiff leg, giving him a rocking sort of gait. “Sir, I would love to hear about the idea for your event,” I ventured politely, getting him to turn and face me instead of my plants and photos.

“Wine and cheese tasting,” he beamed. “Now, I don’t drink, and I can’t eat dairy, but I’m going to see what Meece can do to fix that.” Smacking his stomach for emphasis, he continued. “I want to taste all the cheese I never could before, and I think everyone else should have that experience. Everyone eats cheese?”

Something was really bothering me about this man, but I felt terrible. He was being perfectly pleasant, and I was the person who handled this sort of thing. But something was just… off. “I think that’s a splendid idea. All cultures have a sort of wine, all cultures have a sort of cheese. No pun intended,” I conceded. He chuckled as I continued. “But… I’m confused, Xiomara.” I turned to my friend, still smiling and leaning on my dining table. “Not to be rude, but you could have asked Mr. Solozo to send me a message and I could have contacted him in the morning.”

“She could have, yes,” Solozo interjected, extending his stiff leg to take a seat. “Gout, it’s on the list of things to have looked at. But I needed to speak to you tonight, Miss Sophia, do you understand?”

I shot off the couch, bolting for the entry to the hallway as I realized what was bothering me. “Your accent. It was here, now it’s gone. Xiomara, what the hell - “

Before I could finish, she walked over and smacked the strange man on the shoulder. “I told you that accent wouldn’t hold up.”

Removing the glasses, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I dropped it on purpose, just to make it fair,” he explained in a much more familiar, wry tone.

It took every ounce of restraint I had not to knock Arthur’s head off his shoulders. “You ass!” I shouted, grateful that Maverick and Conor were already awake - as evidenced by the head poking around the corner from the bedroom and the other one poking in from the now-open entrance. “Arthur’s disguise, ladies and gentlemen!” I cried dramatically as I threw a pillow.

“Hey! It works, doesn’t it? I had you fooled at least. And it’s not like I’m going to be talking much anyway.”

Xiomara was still laughing. “I thought the walk was a nice touch, personally.”

He scowled the best he could. “You bet me that I couldn’t hide the sword. The walk was just - incidental.”

Now that I wasn’t angry anymore, I made my way over and leaned closer to look at his face. “Whoever did the nose and the rosacea did a good job,” I admitted. “And the stubble?”

“Unfortunately, that’s mine.” He scratched under his chin for emphasis. “I haven’t shaved since before Alpha shift. This shit itches by the way.”

“The blue dye to get it that color probably didn’t either.”

“Not at all.”

“Did you bleach your hair, too?”

He pulled back, fixing me with a malevolent stare. “Very funny.” He turned away from me, puting the glasses back on and muttering. “I’m in my forties, remember? I actually just had the dye removed.” He ran a hand through his hair before shaking it back into a dishevelled state and fluffing it to stand up. “You can bet your ass I’m dyeing it back before I teach class in the morning.”

Maverick entered the rest of the way into our quarters, allowing the door to the corridor to close again. “I had no idea you were completely grey.”

“Prematurely,” he confirmed. “Even Before. It started to go in my twenties, but at least it didn’t fall out.”

“So what was with the accent?” I asked. “That was entirely unnecessary, to be honest.”

He scoffed. “Are you kidding? As soon as I dropped it, you knew who I was. I would call that necessary to fix.” I heard him mutter something that sounded like ‘amateur’ before he continued. “My family is originally from Italy, remember? The accent is Sicilian.”

“Wait,” I sputtered. “Did you seriously name yourself after the guy who failed to kill Vito Corleone?”

“You can’t prove a thing. Could be a family name.”

Xiomara leaned over and swatted his arm. “Yes, it’s from The Godfather.”

“You also tend to hate Sicily and deny they are part of Italy,” I pointed out.

“They’re Greek and you will not change my mind.”

Maverick looked thoughtful for a moment, before slowly confirming his suspicion. “So you are using the name of a hit man - apparently a bad one - from a movie that is over a hundred years old, because you hate Sicily?” He grimaced, and I could only imagine the headache he was getting.

“He did kill Brasi, though. He just didn’t manage to kill Vito,” I pointed out.

“You aren’t even speaking English at this point,” he wailed in mock-despair.

Arthur cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. “I took the name of an incompetent mob boss to try to make anyone with Jokul feel comfortable in the event I need to show up later in a more obvious way and have to reuse this.” He gestured at himself before patting his fake stomach. “Besides, it’s funny to use the name of an incompetent around actual incompents.”

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” I sighed dramatically. “Once a warlord, now you are all that you hate most in the world.”

“Still not racist,” he pointed out, complete with finger guns.

“Says the guy who hates Sicilians,” Xiomara argued.

Arthur just waved a hand dismissively. “I’m Italian. That’s like Sophia saying she hates people from New England.”

I wanted to argue, but the very physical shudder that wracked my body made that impossible. I settled for clarifying. “Only in a general sense. I’ve met several very nice people from New York and New Jersey. But when I go there… blehhhhh.”

“Exactly.”

Xiomara glanced at her datapad. “Okay, we have just enough time to get to the Undine for your meeting, Sophia. Let’s get this show on the road. Solozo, you’re going to follow her at six to eight meters. Meander, look at things, just make sure you keep her in your sight, got it?”

He rolled his eyes. “I know how to do protection detail, Madam Kalloe.”

For emphasis, she smacked his arm again before helping him up. “Good. Make it count and you can keep the sword. I don’t want to sit through any more criminal trials if I can avoid it.”

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c-atm · 4 years ago

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Dance in the pale moonlight

"So Seer, How things went?" Steven leaned back in the cushioned crimson marble chair, looking at Garnet from across the table in the center of her workshop. His arms were crossed and while his face was the picture of calm, the reflexively silent snarl from his upper lip left side told a different story.

"It went..Not as smoothly as I hoped." The witch ran a hand through her afro. "That said, there has been some gossip being passed along the magic and demon scene."

Steven said nothing as he folded his hands on top of the table, he nodded for her to continue.

"There's been a demon familiar hunting down and capturing demons for a few months now, indiscriminately. The attacks were random enough in terms of time and place...but their victims were always found in the same way. Completely drained of their magic and spirit, a mangled mess of flesh..and in some cases, their gem dimmed, crushed and powdered over the corpse. "

"That's...horrendous." Steven's face twisted in disgust at the thought of the victims. Pity filled his heart as his hand went towards navel. "For what reason would they need to go that far?"

"To gain infamy, what else?"

Steven groaned as a slightly more demonic and distorted voice chimed through from behind his chair.

"Violet." Garnet greeted evenly as a ghastly more demonic looking version of Steven hovered from behind the chair into her view.

The aptly named specter, chuckled at the tone of the witch "Been a while, Tri-sight. Look up any good lottery numbers, spoil any good movies, give any fortunes that may or may not be beneficial to others."

"Violet." Steven growled. "Now, is not the time for your normal characteristics."

"It's alright Steven. It's just how it is. He's in his right. "

"You're damn right I am." Violet grinned a little more at the small bit of guilt in her voice. "But that can wait for another time."

"I agree." The hybrid offered with a hard exhale from his chest. "Garnet, is he right? They are doing all this for something as foolish as attention." A surge of magic radiated from the demon hybrid at the thought.

"It's a high possibility...though it's more like they wished to be feared." She suggested. "When you asked me to look into the attack and the possibility of any other ones happening in the city, I stumbled upon something that may be related to something I've been looking into previously." She sat up and folded her hands on the table, a slightly cool glare in behind her glasses. " What do you know about puppetry spells?"

"Come on...Don't glare like that, a bewitching beauty should always be smiling, right?"

Connie kissed her teeth at Azurite’s teasing smile. "So, I can assume that was your doing a few days ago?"

"A few days ago?"

Connie ire rose as she watched the demoness playfully tipped her head to the side, as if she was trying to recall an event.

"That was so long ago." Azurite mused, before snapping her fingers, before pointing at the witch. "You're talking about that musical glutton of an annoyance in the middle of the burner street." She chuckled "Sorry, I know It was your demon's prey, but well.I couldn't resist such a fear-filled meal. Besides ” Azurite patted her stomach “Lady’s got to eat right.”

“What are you after?"

"Sheesh..You're really all business..Well except for your hybrid."

Connie snarled as her eyes took on a bit of purple to go with her black. "Keep him out of your mouth." The witch warned.

"Heh, you really are a passionate one."Azurite complimented. "Explains why you are so well versed in fire and offensive artes." She sighed as she crossed her legs. "The hybrid's lucky..His partner is someone who could actually support him in battle. Not a coward like my master-Woah!" Azurite leapt from her perch, dodging a purple fireball from the witch. "Damn," Azurite complained as she watched the metal bar melt "You are quite protective over what's yours, huh? Get me a little jealous, when compared to my master."

"You're complaining all about your partner." Connie observed. "If you're trying to get on my team. I'm not looking for another troublemaker, happy with my current partnership." She gave her a grin that was drenched with danger, before it fell to an even neutral stare. "You said you wanted to talk, but it seems like you're stalling..And you don't seem like a fighter...So," She pointed her index finger at the demon, a flame of purple igniting at the tip. "I'm going to do my job, my real job."

"Hey hey.. hold on.. I really do wanna talk." Azurite lifted her hands up in peace.

"Really, don't have much to say to manic demons. Definitely, one with a stalker complex."

"That was on my master's orders, my human master!"

"You're point?"

"It was supposed to be an offering of affection. A sacrifice of love to you..The one who saved him from death six months ago." Azurite announced dramatically, before she snorted " He's such a fool and a coward, not made for battle, kind of like me." She chuckles " But he does have a vast amount of magic, a vast amount of ambition, has the making of a saboteur and a synergist...Manipulative little man he is...I respect that." She almost voiced in praise.

“I...Have no idea who you are talking about..And you’re officially wasting my time.” Connie answered.

“Then let’s stop wasting time. My master wants your heart...I want your strength.” Azurite clapped her hands and from the shadows more people, like the one before appeared. Soulless and tormented eyes upon neutral line lipped faces. Their clothes torn and ragged with splatters of blood. Bruised and cuts on various places of their bodies. The magic...Azurites magic leaking of them.

“And I am willing to exhaust a lot of my resources to get you.”

.“What did you do to these people?' Connie raged, hand clenched fist as her flame engulfed them.

"Them..I did nothing, but made them my champions." Azurite smirked. "I'm not a fighter, something we both established...So I had to get some protection." She twirled her blue hair around her finger, "Though, the process did break them. That's experimentation for you."

"You…"Connie stepped back, caution and repulsion in her voice. " You brainwashed them?"

Oh..ohoh!" Azurite snickered into her left palm. " No no...Nothing like that...They are quite aware of what they are doing." Azurite's manic and seductive smile nearly split her face. "They just have no control over their lives, period."

"That's..for what reason?!"

Azurite sniffed the air and shivered almost euphorically. "That's why?" She turned to Connie biting her lip. "That emotion...The unsettling weight, the desperate struggle, the chilling grip on your heart and spine…" Azurite gushed. "Fear! The emotion that drives the magic of 'Pale Moonlight!'.

"Puppetry magic...Spells that utilizes the emotions associated with fear as its conduit. It takes away the target reasoning, control, but leave and at times heighten their awareness.”

Steven seemed confused at the prospect.” What..What’s the point of keeping the target aware?”

“To build fear, discord, and agony within the target.” Garnet offered. “It keeps the spell active feeding off the fear of the target.”

“But wouldn’t it be easier to just brainwash them?”

“There's no brainwashing spell, Steven.” Garnet chuckled “The closest one would get is an emotional manipulation spell based on lust and wanton emotions. They are actually much easier to break than puppetry, since they are only used to enhance a target's affection or change the receiver of such.” Garnet sighed “While both spells weaken and burns out after a while, Emotional manipulation spells, unlike puppetry spells leave your soul and mind intact for the most part and the user of the spell has to provide the emotion to keep it intact for long periods, they have to make the love real or at least make their target believe it’s real.”

“It’s not the same for puppetry spells?” Steven inquired.

“It is similar, but a lot more easier.”

“How so?”

“Really?” Violet growled as he folded his arms. “ Imagine being forced to attack and murder your love ones in cold blood in the most brutal way possible...Flesh against your knuckles, blood on your claws..Their screams of confusion and torment as you ended their lives without fail...Without intention..Without any form of reason, you could explain.” He sneered at his fleshy half. “A prisoner in your own mind, literally; not even with the ability to scream and rage... I imagine It’s enough to drive a person to utter despair, for them to willingly give up their sense of self. Anything to rid the guilt of their actions, that load on their psyche.”

“That’s hellish..” Steven revulsed.

“ You won’t hear a disagreement for me” the tri-clops nodded. “The length some would go is just as hellish, even more so at times.” Garnet gave a dead stare at the two. “You were right to be concerned about the city... During my investigation, I found out about a local club being the scene for a massacre.”

“ A demon doing?”

“That or a skillful spell-caster.“ Garnet suggested with a shrug.”The place itself was ransacked like a brawl took place. It still hadn’t been completely cleaned..The bodies were recently removed at the time so they had some lingering emotional and magic signatures.”

“They were all witches and warlocks?” Shock present on the hybrid voice.

“No..but that experience could have opened up their potential to be. Instead.. They were all driven to kill by fear based magic...Or most was,” Garnet folded her arms, “ I have a hunch that at least one or two people walked out of that place.”

“The caster and it’s champion.” Violet concluded. “ Or, puppet would be more appropriate.”

“A testing ground, perhaps?” Steven bit his lip and rubbed his wrist. “It was a testing ground for a wide range puppet spell?” Steven looked towards Garnet .”Is that possible?”

“Most spells like that are single target, but with enough magic and something to use as a transmitter..or amplifier, it’s a possibility..” Garnet eyes widen. “ The disco globe,” she whispered. “ It was doused with magic and while most of it disappeared, it did have some wisp of fear added to it.”

“Which means they could be planning to use this spell on an even larger scale.” Violet surmised. “Maybe even a city wide scale”, Violet kissed his teeth “Ambitious.. I give them that...”

“Don’t.” Garnet warned.

"And someone like that is targeting my lady.” Steven growled as he clenched his fist. His pinkish irises squeezed into pin thin slits and his horns grew a bit more as his magic flared. “ The city is no longer safe. I told her that.” His voice trembled in tandem with his bouncing left leg as his foot caused a small crater the size of his print..

“Steven, calm down.” Garnet eased grabbing the boy's clawed fist.” Connie’s strong enough and smart enough to handle something like this.” she pulled her down her glasses revealing her three eyes. “ I assure you.”

“Ok I had enough of your master madness.”The witch ground her feet into the sand as she took her ready stance.

"You think i’m doing this for him?,” Azurite gave a murderous smile “No, no, no! This.. this is for my benefit, my objective.” I had time to tune this spell, Witch and soon this city will become my very own fear filled domain, “Azurite stood to her feet” and all it’s residence; male, female, young, old, human and not.” and spread out her arms looking up. ” Will all become my toys, baptized in my horrifying light!”

Connie could only stare, nerves rattling as the demon in front of her, laughed into the sky, insanely, "You're really completely unhinged."

Azurite looked down at the witch with under half-lidded eyes.”You think me insane? That's fine...Soon, you won't be thinking anything.” With murder in her inhuman blue eyes, Azurite snapped her fingers and her hoard attacked.

‘Connie’s flame fist collided with the sand below her, creating a small explosion of heat and flame.

Azurite shielded her eyes from the heat and flame as she was tossed back into a pole. “ From so far!? Feel like a bomb just went off!” The demon grunted. When Azurite uncovered her eyes all that was left was liquefied steel, humid suffocating air, tossed and slightly burned bodies,and scorched earth in the pattern spell glyph.

“Slick little witch!” Azurite grumbled. Anger flashing in her eyes as she saw her champions rose to their feet like zombies, teary eye zombies.

“It hurts..:”One managed to state, a teenage witch, which now bore a burn on her face. “It hur-”

“Claw out your throat.” Azurite interrupted emotionlessly, she smirked at the horror in the girl's features as she reached for her own throat and with strength a normal human couldn’t possess,started scratching at her own flesh uncontrollably. Tearing into the flesh after a few scrapes

“I‘m scared.. It hurts.. “

“I know, “She took out a small icy blue pocket mirror with a crescent glyph on its surface holding it to the girl, “and I need you to be.” She watched as little by little grayish wisp of magic came from the victim into the mirror slowly making whole as the girls youthful tan skin slowly turned a moon gray as the crescent became a full moon. The girl fell to her knees as she continued to scratch trying to beg for help. Fear still in her face. “Hel-

“Plunge.”

The young witch plunged her fingers into her throat choking on her own blood as she died, despair on her face.

“Her strength would have been useful” Azurite sighed, clamping the mirror close. “Her fear infused magic will suffice.” She turned to the other seven, who remained silent. ”The rest of you fledglings,” She inhaled. “GET ME MY WITCH!!!” She roared as she spread her wings, blue eyes blazing with the promise of death if they failed.

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godzillagirl-14 · 5 years ago

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Three’s Company

Jimin x fem!bi!Reader x OC

Summary: Reader has a big fat crush on Jimin and his girlfriend, Laurie.

Warnings: Smut. Threesomes. Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) Oral (both male and female receiving). Face sitting. Cum eating. Penetrative sex, Dirty Talk. Sub Reader, Dom Jimin, Dom OC, Daddy Kink, Mistress kink. A little bit of Angst. Small mentions of homophobia. Beginning feels kinda rushed but i hope you give it a chance!

Okay, so I imagine Laurie as tall and blonde because I once read a fic where a tall and gorgeous blonde vampire was hitting on me and my gay little heart just skipped a beat so.… yeah. Go easy on me as I’ve never written a threesome before and I’m a little awkward when it comes to writing about sex in general so. . .

Word Count: 12.6k

Tell me what you think! You’re feedback is always welcomed!

When you had moved to the city of Seoul, you were hoping for a fresh start. After coming out as bisexual to your mother, you were hoping that she would at least accept the fact that you were attracted to girls. But that wasn’t the case at all and you soon found yourself kicked out of the house.

Your older brother, however accepted you with open arms and let you stay at his house until you could save up enough money to move to the city and away from your hometown. The whole place was starting to feel cramped and you felt if you didn’t leave soon, you’d be trapped forever. Probably a little dramatic, but it’s whatever.

On your twentieth birthday, you had finally saved up enough money to afford your own place and with the help of your brother and his friends, you were settled in in no time. You were able to snag a desk job on your second week living in the city and you were bouncing with excitement when they had let you know that you were to start the first thing next week. You were given the address, and to ask for a Park Jimin and Laurie Sanders. They were supposed to be your supervisors.

~ ~ ~

Walking into the building on Monday morning, you wondered if your outfit was too casual and if you should have worn more professional makeup, but as you walked up to the lady behind the desk and introduced yourself, she sent you a kind smile before telling you to go and sit in one of the chairs to wait for your supervisors. You looked around the space getting used to your surroundings when you heard your name being called after a couple of minutes of waiting.

When you think about supervisors, you imagined people in their late 30s to mid 40s, who weren’t that much to look at and who had a crabby impatient tone. You were in no way prepared for the two supermodel worthy beings who only looked a couple of years older than you. Park Jimin, an unfairly gorgeous man with dark brown hair and sultry chocolate brown eyes and Laurie Sanders, a beautiful and tall blonde woman with deep forest green eyes. They smiled at you and you were dumbstruck.

Holy shit.

Clearing your throat, you tried to ignore the pounding of your heart and the heat settling into your ears as you introduced yourself. After introductions were done, they led you to the elevators and took to you the second floor. They had asked you about your life before moving into the city and you told them about your hometown without getting into the nitty gritty details regarding why you moved in the first place. Talking to them was fairly easy as they listened in to what you were saying and told you about themselves as well. As it turns out they’ve been dating for two years now.

Ignoring the lingering disappointment you felt in your chest, you let them give you a tour before finally coming to a stop at your cubicle. When your lunch break had rolled around, they had asked you if you wanted to join them and you spent your lunch with them, laughing as if you all had known each other your whole lives. By the time your lunch break was over, you had exchanged numbers and the butterflies in your stomach were having a field day when they had promised that you would all hang out again soon. You were so glad you were able to be friends with them.

After a couple of months, You, Jimin, and Laurie were practically inseparable. They quickly became your best friends and as much as you hated it, your feelings for them grew tenfold. They had figured out you were bi when you came out to them during a drunken game of Truth or Dare when you admitted that your first high school crush was during your freshman year when you had befriended a senior and soon fell head over heels. It ultimately didn’t work out as she wasn’t into girls, so you remained friends until you went your separate ways.

You were more than a little shocked yourself when Laurie admitted that she was also bisexual. You’ve never really kept your attraction to girl hidden, but you also never shouted it at the top of your lungs. You were always lowkey with it - unless you were fangirling over your female celebrity crushes, but that’s beside the point-

As they got to know you, they soon found themselves falling for you as well. Whether it was the way you geeked out over your favorite book or the way you covered your mouth when you felt that you laughed to loud, they didn’t know. All they knew was that they were completely whipped for you and you had no idea. They didn’t believe you would be interested in dating them both; not that many people agree with the idea of a polyamorous relationship, so they left it alone. However, they always observed the way you would nervously play with your fingers when they complimented you, or the way you scratched at your arm or the back of your neck when they kissed in front of you.

When Laurie suggested that you go on a double date with her and Jimin and their friend, Claire, you were a bit apprehensive at first. You were never good with blind dates, and you always hated when your friends tried to play matchmaker, especially if said friend is probably the gayest crush you’ve ever experienced in your short life. But then you got to know her and your nerves soothed.

She was a beautiful girl with freshly dyed purple hair and piercing blue eyes that made you stutter and blush. She always flirted and teased you, calling you names like “Pretty Girl” or “Cutie” and they made your face heat up so much even though they were simple, and you wondered if she could feel it. You decided to give her a chance after you had gotten to know her better and you were actually excited and looking forward to the date with her.

But you should have known better.

~ ~ ~

You had tried to mask the disappointment in your voice, trying to sound as understanding as you could, but it still hurt nonetheless.

“Oh come on now, I can hear the pout in your voice. Just put a smile on that beautiful face for now. I swear I’ll make it up to you.” She tried to coax you, but you could only muster up a small twitch of your lips. You hung up after you promised that her cancelling was fine - or at least you thought you hung up, hearing muffled giggles as you were about to put your phone away. You stilled your movements, taking care into not moving so you could hear clearly, so she couldn’t hear you.

“Did it work? Are you free now?” A deep voice sounded from the other end of the phone and your heart immediately dropped. You will yourself to keep listening. You heard a sigh of relief and then a more feminine and recognizable voice say, “Yes, finally! I thought that I was actually going to have to go out with that nerd!” You heard multiple snickers in the background, tears burning your eyes as you scoffed loudly, exhaling the word “bitch” before hanging up. You proceeded to ignore the multiple calls and texts you began receiving.

A stray tear streaked down your face, officially smearing your foundation. You looked at yourself in the mirror, scolding yourself for putting so much effort into your appearance only to get stood up. Yanking off your leather jacket and heels, you toyed with the rose gold chain around your flowy white tank top. An outfit that was so simple yet accentuated all of the parts of your body that you were most proud of; only to go to waste.

Walking out of the room and into the living room, you called out to Laurie and Jimin to let them know that you weren’t going out anymore, only to have the words clog in your throat. You stared at the sight in front of you, watching as they kissed. Laurie’s hand rubbed Jimin’s chest in a way that made him relax and his hands rubbed soothing circles into her waist. Her hands would slide up to his throat and then the back of his neck to curl into his hair - but then pull back at the last minute, not wanting to mess up the style.

You observed them as Laurie’s lips broke out into a goofy and loving smile, her lover mirroring the expression without missing a beat. They stared with so much love and adoration for each other, the jealousy and heartache came rushing back to drop kick you back into a pit of despair.

You wanted to be held like that; to have Laurie massage your arms and shoulder as she kissed various spots on your face, starting with your nose and ending at your lips. You wanted Jimin to caress your cheeks and stare at you as if you were the center of his world. You wanted them to both hold onto to you, and feel them love you as much as you loved them.

“(Y/n)… honey are you alright?” You hadn’t realized the heaviness of your breathing, or the waterfalls cascading down your cheeks, or the fact that you had been looking down to avoid shattering your heart even more. Snapping your head back up, you saw that they had both stood up, making their way to you, only to flinch back when Jimin had reached out to you.

You wanted to be held by them both so badly. To make them feel the love you had for them, in soft kisses pressed against any surface of skin you could reach, caressing touches, loving gazes - anything to make them feel for you the way you feel for them. But they only saw you as their innocent friend who stuttered around people who made her nervous. Nothing more.

“You need to leave,” your voice was shaky as you made your way to the door, opening it and waiting for them to pass through the threshold. “Now.”

They looked at you with the type of caution you would have towards an injured animal and they didn’t make a move to leave. You were being pulled into a hug before you could protest, body instantly relaxing as you rested your head against her breast. “(Y/n), come on you can talk to us, sweety.” Looking up into her green eyes, you almost felt inferior with your bloodshot (e/c) eyes, but she found them alluring.

The nicknames and the looks of pity were all too much for your poor little heart and you snatched yourself away from her embrace. You had to remind yourself that she would never feel anything for you other than friendship. All her love was saved for Jimin. You sniffled and wiped your face, smudging your makeup even more. You probably looked crazy, crying like a child and throwing them out of your house over someone who stood you up and said a few hurtful words. But you knew it went so much deeper than that, and they suspected that whatever happened to cause your tears was only the breaking point of something that had been building up over time.

You were vaguely aware of how unfair you were being. How are they supposed to know about your feelings towards them when you’ve never openly expressed it? How can you expect them to not act like a couple around you? How could you expect them to add you to their little cloud of love?

Yes, you were aware of how unfairly you were treating them, but you were also aware of the pain in your heart.

“Get out of my house!” You had never raised your voice at either of them. But their presence was overwhelming to you and you needed to be alone. They winced at your tone, eyes widening in shock, but they got the message nonetheless and scurried out of the door like dogs with their tails between their legs.

You didn’t look back as you slammed and locked the door, sliding down to the floor and finally letting the sob stuck in your throat wrack your entire body.

~ ~ ~

The next day, you decided to skip your daily trip to the gas station for a quick and cheap cappuccino and opted to wallow in your sorrows in bed. Looking at your phone, you saw the various texts and missed calls from Claire.

[Message from Claire]

11:45 p.m: (Y/n), I know what that sounded like, but please let me explain. . .

12:05 a.m: Oh come on, Pretty Girl. Don’t do this. Talk to me.

You rolled your eyes at that one. A nickname that could make you blush hotter than lava, but now with her intentions revealed, it has no power over you anymore (used by her at least).

10:12 a.m: Listen (Y/n), I hope you’re not still hung up on what happened last night. I wanna make things up to you, text me when you wake up.

You had no intentions of talking to her ever again. if last night was anything to go by, she was only taking you out as a pity date and you knew that you were better than that.

Closing out of your messages, you sat up in bed, intending on making your way to the bathroom for a shower to clear your mind, you paused when you got a new message notification.

[Message from Claire]

11:36 a.m: Oh, so you just leave people on read now, huh?

11:38 a.m: Wow, I didn’t think little miss nerd had it in her. I’m impressed.

You felt that if you rolled your eyes any harder, they’d get stuck in the back of your head.

[Message to Claire]

11:40 a.m: This isn’t Junior High, Claire. Calling me names isn’t gonna make me bend to your every whim. I saw your true intentions, whether you meant for me to see them or not. I don’t want anything to do with you, leave me alone.

You felt pretty proud of yourself, once again closing out of your messages and opening your music app. A good blast of music should keep your mind at bay while you clean up, no need for overthinking and dwelling on what could have been.

While in the shower, you were so consumed with singing along to Max Schneider, you decided to ignore the message that interrupted your song, thinking it was just another useless jab from Claire. You reminded yourself to block her number later. After you washed yourself thoroughly, you took a moment to just stand in the water, letting the heat cascade down your shoulders to ease the tension. Sighing in relief, you turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry your body off. Wrapping the towel around your body, you picked up your phone and made your way back to your room, only to pause when you saw the text from Jimin.

[Message from Jimin]

12:10 p.m: Open the door. Let us in.

Raising your eyebrows, you made a beeline for your front door, completely forgetting your attire - or lack thereof. Looking through the peephole of your door, lo and behold stood Jimin and Laurie, impatiently leaning against your doorframe, and waiting for you to let them in.

Unlocking the door and yanking it open, you came face to face with their startled expressions. Looking over their attire - Jimin sporting a simple pair of grey joggers and t-shirt, Laurie in a pair of cozy little shorts and a t-shirt that looked like Jimins, but was tied in the back- you felt an onslaught of emotions, exactly what you were trying to avoid.

“Why are you here?” You hadn’t meant for the words to sound so sharp and you regretted it when you saw the hurt flash in their eyes. “(Y/n),” You looked over, locking eyes with Laurie and holding your breath. “Can we please talk. Sort out whatever happened last night. If we made you upset, then we want to figure out a way to fix it.”

You almost scoffed in their faces. There was almost nothing they could do to “fix” your feelings for them. Sighing, you stepped to the side and let them in, tightening your hold on the towel. . . and then realizing that you were only dressed in a towel.

You felt your skin heating up, bashfully scratching the back of your neck before clearing your throat and excusing yourself to your room. You completely missed the smirks shared between the two lovebirds.

You ran back to your room, practically launching yourself onto the bed and screaming into your pillow. Why did God have to punish you like this? Throwing two of the most gorgeous people that you happened to be in love with right at your doorstep. Bad enough that they were head over heels for each other, there was no room for you unfortunately. Sighing out, you rolled over onto your back, looking up at the ceiling.

“How am I going to get out of this?” You covered your face with your hands, and rubbed your forehead. “What am I even going to tell them?”

“Well, maybe the truth?”

Letting out a squeak that you were less than proud of and sitting up to look at an amused Laurie. Clutching your chest, you stood up, choosing to ignore her presence and making your way to your drawers and pulling out the essential clothing. “Why are you in here, Laurie?” Watching the way she leaned up against the doorway, and how amazing she looked in those shorts made you feel guilty. She wasn’t yours, you can’t be thinking of her like that.

She pushed off the doorway and started making her way towards you. If you didn’t know any better, you would say her walk was. . . seductive? No. Absolutely not. Just your imagination.

“You’re acting as if we weren’t in this very room last week, watching your favorite movie,” She gave a chuckle, sitting on the edge of your bed and you felt a pang in your heart at the memory. You were cuddled up against her, watching your all time favorite movie, after you practically begged her to watch it with you for what seemed like the thousandth time. You didn’t even have to break out the puppy dog eyes that time.

The way she felt up against you gave you a sense of tranquility, and you always caught her smiling at you whenever she felt the goosebumps forming on your skin whenever your favorite scenes would come on. You wanted to imagine that she was your lover along with Jimin, and as you stared into her green eyes, you were so so tempted to pull her in for a kiss. But then you remembered your place, and continued on with watching the movie as if nothing happened.

Snapping yourself out of the memory before you started crying again, you sucked in a breath and turned from her, walking into your bathroom to change. You’re starting to realize that you can’t go back to normal with them. “Well, things are different now.” You had tried to keep your voice steady, but you wanted to punch yourself the minute it cracked.

This shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. You should have known this whole ordeal would end in heartbreak, why would you even get your hopes up? It was pointless. They would never love you the way they love each other and with the slump of your shoulders and heave of your chest, you told yourself that you would just have to accept that.

“Now why are you saying it has to change,” Laurie’s voice was right in your ear as you felt her hands massaging your shoulders. “as if change is a bad thing?”

You felt the goosebumps forming on your skin and you wondered if you would have had the same reaction if you weren’t stark naked with only a towel covering your form. “Because it is a bad thing. I-I can’t- this is- I just-” you felt like your heart stopped when you felt the soft skin of her lips brushing up against your neck, placing feather light kisses across the expanse of it and trailing up to your ear.

“What are you hiding from us, Little One?” Oh, you were done for. There was absolutely no way you were going to survive this. Whether you were being pranked or not, you knew that at any moment, you were going to drop dead. The kisses turned into licks and sucks and you were sure that her mission was to leave marks all over your (s/c) skin. Her massaging hands moved down from your shoulders to your arms and you felt your grip on your clothes and towel slipping. Soon enough, the clothes slipped from your grasp and your towel was starting to fall off of your chest and reveal your breast.

Sighing out, you found yourself tilting your head to the side to grant her more room of your neck, and you whimpered when she found a sweet spot between the juncture of your neck and shoulder, feeling the triumphant smirk on her lips.

When you felt her hands sneak back up your arms, and land on your breasts, you felt just the slightest bit of shame when you moaned out loud. You tilted your head back on her shoulder when she began massaging them and you jumped when she pinched your nipples.

You felt your face burning to rival the heat of an active volcano when you heard a chuckle behind you as she softly urged you to drop your towel, leaving you vulnerable in front of her. Turning you around, you came face to face with her blown out pupils and seductive smile as she gently pushed you to walked backwards and prop yourself on top of the sink. Spreading your legs and stepping in between them, she massaged your thighs as she leaned in, her lips barely coming into contact as she spoke again.

“Oh, Little One, you’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you? Throwing us out of your house before even letting us comfort you.” She was driving you insane and she knew it as you hesitantly leaned forward to brush your lips against hers, only to pull back at the last minute, causing you to whine.

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice sounded small, and had you not been so turned on, you would have been embarrassed.

“Sorry for what Little One?” She was teasing you and you had the nerve to give her a weak glare before squealing as she pinched the skin of your thigh.

“I’m sorry for being naughty!” You exclaimed and she hummed before sliding her hand to the back of your neck. Tightening her grip, she jerked your neck forward, coming nose to nose with her as you were being burned by the fire in her eyes and the heat in your lower regions.

You had no idea what the hell was happening, but when Laurie brought your lips up to meet hers in a heated kiss, you nearly melted into a puddle. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries and kiwis - you made a mental note to ask if she was using a new lip balm - and you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her closer. She let out a breathless chuckle against your lips, deepening the kiss further and running her tongue over the seam of your lips and waiting patiently as you hesitantly opened your mouth to let her in.

As her tongue explored your mouth, you felt her hands trailing down your neck and to your thighs, spreading them even more and teasingly running her fingers over your slit. You whimpered into her mouth as her fingers ghosted over your clit, barely giving any stimulation to the nub.

You had never thought this would ever happen in a million years and now, and as it was happening, you realized a very important reason as to why this shouldn’t be happening in the first place.

“Wait! I-I can’t do this Laurie, it’s not right! What about Jimin?!”

“Oh, please don’t stop on my account.”

Snapping your gaze to the doorway, you came face to face with the one and only Park Jimin. He looked unfairly sexy leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and an unbothered smirk painting his features. With his intense gaze solely on you, you felt your body heating up to what felt like a concerning temperature and your heart rate spiking up so much, you were worried it might give out. “I was enjoying the show quite a lot, actually.” He shrugged and you looked down, noticing the prominent bulge in his sweats. Snapping your eyes back up, Jimin’s smirk turned into a full shit-eating grin and you felt that if your face got any hotter, you would get a nosebleed.

Laurie’s hands rubbing at your thigh brought your attention back to her and she smiled at you. “If your’re not comfortable with this, then we can stop right now.” Her reassurance eased some of the tension in your shoulders and when you looked over to Jimin, he was nodding in agreement.

You’ve dreamt of a moment like this since the day you met the both of them, and as long as they were okay with it, there was no way in hell you were gonna pass up an opportunity like this.

Turning back to Laurie, you once again connected your lips, running your fingers through her hair and holding her as close as possible. Your heart fluttered when you felt her smile into the kiss and you felt yourself with the goofiest smile on your face when you pulled back.

Laurie brought her hand up to caress your cheek, leaning in to give your lips one last peck before trailing down your neck. You couldn’t fight the way your eyes fluttered closed at the sensations her lips were giving you, or the little sighs that left your mouth. And as Laurie trailed farther down, she pressed her lips against your chest, feeling the way your heart was pounding and smiling to herself. She kept her eyes on you as she teasingly swiped your nipple with her tongue before fully enveloping into your mouth.

The surprised moan you let out caused a a gush of wetness to go straight to her panties as she continued to tease and tug at your nipple. You refused to open your eyes, afraid that if you met any of their gazes you would spontaneously combust. When you felt a hand that wasn’t Laurie’s caressing your face, however, your eyes snapped open and you came face to face with Jimin who still had that damn smirk on his face.

His smirk got even bigger when he saw the pout forming on your lips, leaning down to give your forehead a soft kiss. Your pout got even bigger and he giggled before leaning down and capturing your lips in a sensual kiss.

There is absolutely no reason for their lips to be so fucking soft.

The first swipe of Laurie’s tongue against your pussy had you doubling over in Jimin’s arms and the loudest whimper left your mouth, leaving you a bit timid. You gripped Jimin’s poor shirt in a death grip as she continued with her teasing, circling your entrance with her tongue and then pulling away. Your moans would’ve echoed through the bathroom - and probably the entire apartment- had they not been swallowed by Jimin who slid his tongue in your mouth dominating your mouth with a precision that made you dizzy.

You felt like you were going to have a heart attack, with the way your heart was beating the shit out of your ribcage, you wouldn’t be surprised if you dropped dead any second now. You matched Jimin’s fervor with your own, wrapping your arms around his neck and keeping in place. Soon enough however, you couldn’t keep up because of the way Laurie had finally stopped her teasing and fully enveloped your clit into her mouth, sucking harshly on the bud before flicking it with her tongue. Your eyes rolled back as you mewled, breaking the kiss with Jimin, sliding your hands up from his shirt and into his hair when he dipped his head down and started nibbling on your jaw and ear.

“So responsive,” he hummed in your ear as you whimpered again when you felt his hand move to your nipple to squeeze it. His other hand guided yours down his stomach to the bulge there and gave you an encouraging squeeze as you began to palm him through his sweats. The groan he let out in your ear had you shivering, rolling your hips into Lauries mouth with the desperation of a crazy woman. “Making all those pretty sounds for us. Do you like when Mistress licks your pussy, Little One?”

Holy. Shit.

You whined out your answer, in what you hoped resembled a ‘yes’ as Laurie began prodding your entrance with a finger. Jimin hummed at your answer, twisting your nipple between his finger in a way that made you push your chest further into his touch. “Do you like when Daddy plays with your nipples?”

You never thought you would be the type of person to be into the whole “Daddy” and “Mistress” kinks, but you also never thought you’d be getting eaten out by your crush while making out with the other on a Saturday afternoon. So you weren’t really surprised when you clenched around Laurie’s finger after you heard Jimin’s voice.

When you squealed out a ‘yes’ to answer Jimin, Laurie chuckled against your heat, the vibrations wracking through your poor body and soon your release was building up at an embarrassing speed. It wasn’t until Jimin dipped his head down to replace his fingers with his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue as Laurie added a second finger, scissoring them inside of you and placing her mouth back onto your clit, synchronizing her licks with Jimin and you knew that you couldn’t hold back the toe-curling orgasm, even if you wanted to.

Your thighs trembled as they tried to lock around Laurie’s head, but she and Jimin held them open as you cried out and writhed in their grips. They didn’t stop until your hips twitched in sensitivity and you began whining in protest, gently tugging Jimin’s head away from your abused nipple. You leaned back against the sink and closed your eyes to catch your breath and you half expected to open your eyes in your bed and find out that the whole ordeal was a dream. But when you heard the wet smacking of lips and opened your eyes to find Jimin and Laurie locked in a heated make-out session, you realized that this was all very much real.

Pulling away with a loud smack that you would usually cringe at had you squeezing your thighs together as you saw the fire in both their eyes when they directed their sight back to you. “Our Little One tastes so sweet, doesn’t she, Baby?” Laurie asked, directing her question to Jimin, but never taking her eyes off you. Jimin hummed, wrapping his arms under your legs and picking you up, carrying you out of the bathroom and laying you on your bed. Laying down beside you and Laurie on your other side, you began to notice that you were as naked as the day you were born while the both of them were still very much clothed.

Now that hardly seems fair.

“She tastes amazing. I’m tempted to go down and have a taste myself,” his hand traced your thigh, sneaking his hand down to grab a handful of your ass and squeezing. The surprised look on your face caused a sinister smirk to form on his annoyingly beautiful lips. “But I think she has some explaining to do about last night. Don’t you think, Mistress?”

You felt Laurie’s hand caressing your arm, moving up to your shoulder and squeezing as well. “I absolutely think she has some explaining to do, Daddy.” You could hear the smirk in her voice as she began massaging your shoulders.

You visibly gulped.

~ ~ ~

By the time Monday had rolled around, you were surprised you could even walk. Jimin and Laurie had showed no mercy on you when you explained to them what happened between Claire. They had “punished” you at first for not telling them the truth earlier, before spending the whole weekend “making you forget all about that bitch” their words, not yours. You could barely remember your own name by the time they were done with you.

As you sat at your desk, you couldn’t help but to think of the events that happened, letting your mind wander to every caress, moan, and touch. The way Laurie panted out how you were such a good girl as you flicked your tongue against her clit while Jimin pounded his hips into yours from behind. Or the way Jimin’s lips felt against your cunt as you sat on his face and made out with Laurie as she rode him. Or the way you held Laurie close as she moaned into your mouth while Jimin ate her out -

“(Y/n)?” You jolted out of your thoughts at the sound of someone calling your name, looking up to find the grinning face of Laurie.

Well speak of the Devil.

You sent her a smile of your own because you were really glad to see her after all, even though your sinful actions with her and Jimin will permanently cloud your thoughts.

“Hey,” you hated how your voice immediately gave you away because soon a shit-eating smirk replaced her sweet smile and she raised her eyebrow at you. You felt the heat licking at your ears as you sheepishly fiddled with the hem of the skirt of your dress. It was a cute little sundress that showed off your legs and it had Laurie biting her lip.

“I was wondering if you could help me get out a stain?” the question had seemed genuine enough, so you thought nothing of it as you followed her to the bathroom. She let you into the bathroom first, closing the door and locking it, making you hyper aware of the fact that you were alone with her. Your heart kicked up in your chest, but you shook your head and made your way over to the sink.

“So, how bad is this stain?” your voice had trailed off when you turned around and saw her towering over you, with her natural height and the added height of her heels. You swallowed visibly and the look on her face told you that she really didn’t have a stain at all. “. . . oh . .” was your whispered response and Laurie grinned at the way that you easily became puddy for her to play with.

Her hands grabbed at your hips and tugged you forward, her lips just centimeters from yours and you leaned up on your tiptoes to try and close the distance but she pulled away the last minute, a teasing smile adorning her features. “You seemed awfully distracted at your desk, Little One. Care to tell Mistress what you were thinking about?”

Your throat felt dry as you caressed her forearms, your eyes darting down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. You wanted to kiss her so damn bad. “I-I was thinking about you a-and Daddy.” you admitted, blinking up innocently at her. She cocked her head to the side in mock confusion. “Oh? what about us had you so distracted?”

You were hoping she wouldn’t make you say it out loud and you avoided her gaze. She must have picked up on the fact that you were too embarrassed to admit it aloud because you soon felt her breath against your ear. The heat creeping onto your neck settled onto your ears and cheeks and she must have felt how hot they were against her lips because she smirked, gently rubbing at your hips in an attempt to get you to relax. Even though she loves seeing you riled up, she knew that this whole experience was new for you.

“Were you thinking about how our lips felt together when we kissed?” she asked in such a hushed voice, you barely caught what she was saying. You couldn’t even nod your reply before she was continuing. “Or the way Daddy held you in his arms while he pounded his cock into your needy little cunt?” Her hands smoothed their way down your hips and to your ass under your dress and squeezing a handful into her palms.

The air whooshed out of your lungs so quickly, you almost choked on your tongue when she finally met your lips in a slow and sensual kiss that had your knees buckling. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you had to restrain yourself from running your hands through her hair because you were still at work. When one hand began kneading the flesh of your ass, the other trailed down your thigh to hike up onto her hip and she was soon pressing your lower back into the sink as the kisses shared between you became wild and you were glad you opted for a no lipstick day and stuck your blueberry flavored chapstick.

She pulled away to breathe and licked her lips, humming slightly. “Is that a new chapstick?” she inquired rubbing the section where your thigh meets your ass, smiling when you nodded your head. “Hmm, I like it.” and then her lips were right back on yours, pushing her tongue into your mouth.

She soon trailed her lips down to your neck, leaving light and teasing kisses on the skin covered in makeup to conceal the hickies that she and Jimin had left the night prior. Releasing your ass and dropping down onto her knees, she hiked your thigh onto her shoulder and began peppering kisses onto the skin, inching closer to the place that throbbed for her but never getting there. When a broken “Please” stumbled out of your lips, begging her to get a move on, she chuckled and began inching her face closer, closer, closer.

And just as her tongue swiped out and licked a teasing stripe over your panties, there was a knock on the door.

“Laurie? Are you in there? You better hurry, the meeting is about to start soon! You can’t be late!”

The two of you froze in your spots as your stared at each other like deer caught in the headlights. She sighed quietly, resting her forehead on your thigh and you wanted to sob when she ruefully stood up and place a lingering kiss on your lips.

“Yeah I’m here! (Y/n) was just helping me get a stain out of my shirt” was her reply before she placed one final kiss to your lips, giving your ass a final squeeze and then smiling as you chased after her lips when she pulled away. The way you pouted had her almost changing her mind so she could bend you over the sink and make you go insane with her tongue. Almost.

She sent you a wink before unlocking the door and walking out leaving you alone and extremely horny.

After waiting for a couple of moments you bolted out of the bathroom with only one thing on your mind; finding Jimin. You were a woman on a mission, trying not to break out into a run when you finally spotted him. . . talking to one your coworkers. You wanted to groan out in exasperation, but held back, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

Schooling your features to look calm and casual and making a point to ignore the dull throbbing between your thighs, you walked up to them, too distracted to notice the way Jimin’s eyes trailed up and down your form when he caught sight of you. As you got closer, you caught the end of their conversation.

“She’s a little weird, don’t you think? Have you seen the way she looks at Laurie? You would think she has a crush on her or something.” the way the girl shuddered had a frown crossing both yours and Jimin’s faces. You realized she hadn’t noticed your presence yet and as you listened more, you felt irritation bubbling in your stomach. “I’m just saying,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I wouldn’t let Laurie hang out with her alone. She might try and make a move on her.”

You had heard enough and stomped up to them. Your anger and arousal were starting to mix and you were tempted to just get on your knees and blow him right then and there because of how delectable he looked. “Hey, Jimin, I need you to come with me.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you needed to get him somewhere private or you were going rip his clothes off and fuck him in front of god and everyone. Clearing your throat and taking a breath, you tried again. “I’m having trouble with the fax machine again.”

You were certain he could see the way your pupils were blown out and how clammy your hand was in his. Resisting the urge to lick his lips, he nodded and soon you were practically dragging him down the hall.

“Um, excuse me? We were in the middle of a conversation!” came the shrill voice of your coworker and you didn’t mean to let her see the heated glare on your face when you regarded her, but you were never an expert at hiding your facial expressions anyway. “I’m sure whatever the conversation was about can wait” Your hissed remark had enough venom to make a Inland Taipan cower in fear.

You barely caught a glimpse of the shock on her face before you were hauling him down the hallway and upstairs to the third floor. The entire floor was empty, reserved for those who worked the night shift, so you would be able to have him all to yourself with no interruptions.

Opening the nearest door and shoving him inside, you slammed the door and locked it before turning back to Jimin and practically pouncing on him. The embarrassingly loud moan you let out when you felt his lips against yours almost had you pulling away, until you felt him grab your hips and pull you closer. His lips slid against yours with a matched sense of need and soon your were undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants to pull his dick out.

No words were shared between the two of you as you hurriedly got on our knees and took him into your mouth in one go. You quickly began bobbing your head, pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. Jimin nearly collapsed at the onslaught of pleasure, holding the back of your head and lightly thrusting his hips. “What’s got you so worked up, Little One?” he barely got the question out before the breath was knocked clean out his chest when he saw and felt the way you licked his tip.

Pulling you up, he pressed his lips against yours again before sliding your panties off and turning your around to press you against the printing machine. Running his tip up and down your slit had you whining as you pressed your hips against his in hopes of getting him to slip inside of you. He gripped your hip to hold you still.

“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” you didn’t like how whiny you sounded but you also didn’t like the throbbing in your pussy that was boarderlining uncomfortable. “Please I need it so bad. Mistress had to leave and oh!”

Your sentence was cut short when you felt him push into you. You clenched when he was fully seated inside of you, rubbing your side to make sure you were okay, before pulling out almost all the way and then pushing back into you. You whimpered at the feeling of being so full and soon he was pounding into you, placing a hand over your mouth to remind you that you couldn’t be too loud.

“So needy for Daddy’s cock. Did Mistress leave you this needy, Little One?” You nodded feverishly against his hand, whining when you felt him pick speed, propping your leg up against the printer to thrust in at a new angle that had your breath stuttering. “Such a needy little slut, huh?” he asked, a malicious chuckle leaving his lips when he felt you clench around him.

You pushed yourself up onto your hands and turned your head so you could look at him with wide and innocent (e/c) eyes. “I-I just wanna make you feel good,” you bit your lip at the way he was looking and you felt your release building up quickly. He leaned down, giving your lips a chaste kiss before resting his forehead against yours. “Do I make you feel good, Daddy?”

His thrusts stuttered while you stared at him with those god damn eyes and he was tempted to drop down to his knees and thank whoever was out there for letting him and Laurie have you like this.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good, baby.” he breathed, thrusting into you so hard, your body slumped on top of the printer. You were just glad it wasn’t turned on. You finally met your end when his hand snaked down to rub at your clit and the constant clenching of your walls around him had him exploding inside of you as he rocked your body to milk himself before finally coming to a halt.

He pulled out and watched the way his cum dripped down your thigh, using your discarded panties to wipe up the mess. Your legs felt like jelly and you were still trying to catch your breath when he turned you around to examine your face to make sure you were okay.

When he saw the fucked out expression on your face, he chuckled and kissed the top of your forehead, leading you out to get you some water.

~ ~ ~

The next week, Jimin and Laurie had asked you if you wanted to spend the weekend with them at their own lakehouse, and you were equally as shocked at the fact that they owned their own lakehouse as you were excited at the fact that they wanted to spend the weekend with you.

You didn’t know what to expect as you packed on Thursday night, and by the time Friday afternoon rolled around, you were practically buzzing with nerves. When your shift finally ended, you went to look for Jimin and Laurie and found them talking to the same coworker you dragged Jimin from. Judging by the looks on their faces, they weren’t too happy with what she was saying.

“. . . bad news! Something just doesn’t seem right about her!”

Laurie opened her mouth to speak and it looked like she was about to rip her a new one, when you stepped up and made your presence known. “Hey, are you guys ready to go?” Looking between the three of them, you could feel the tension suffocating you and you anxiously fiddled with your fingernails when you saw the look of annoyance that was sent your way.

“Yeah, we were just making sure everything was squared away with Jennie before the trip.” was Jimin’s tense response before he grabbed your hand and began walking back in the direction you came and towards the elevator. You missed the ferocious look Laurie sent Jennie’s way as you all disappeared behind the elevator doors.

The entire ride down to the parking garage was filled with an uncomfortable silence, no one speaking even as they got to your house so you could grab your back and load it into the trunk. You finally decided to break the silence when you were on the road and driving away from the city.

“. . . She was talking about me, wasn’t she?” You were met with silence as they shared a look between each other. “Let me guess, she’s getting suspicious of me? Thinks Laurie shouldn’t get so close because I’m ‘gay’” you didn’t mean to sound bitter, but you couldn’t help it. You wished people would just mind their business and not treat you like some two-headed alien. So you like both guys and girls; what’s the big deal? It’s not like you would have forced yourself onto Laurie without her consent. The way Jennie was making you out to be made you sound like some creep instead of a girl just minding her business.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay, honey?” Laurie placed her hand on your knee and you looked up to see her looking at you in concern. You looked to Jimin and saw him glancing at you through the rear-view mirror before directing his attention back to the road. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you nodded your head.

Were you irritated? Of course. People always had to butt in with their two sense about your “choice of lifestyle” which is how they liked to put it. It was always weird or morally wrong. It was never just a human being human.

But was it the end of the world? No absolutely not. Whether you liked it or not, you were always going to deal with people like Jennie who would never agree with your sexuality, and so you just had to take a deep breath and let it roll off your shoulders. Grabbing Laurie’s hand, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, I’m fine. I promise.”

She smiled at you, turning back in her seat and leaving you to stare out the window and pulling out your earbuds so you could get lost in the world of music.

~ ~ ~

By the time you had gotten to the lake house, it was well into the evening and you were ready to just plop onto the bed and sleep. The rest of the car ride was filled with easy conversation, and fun road trip games that had you laughing until your stomach hurt. Grabbing your bag from the trunk, you admired the view of the house as the moonlight cast a glow on it that made it look nice and cozy. Laurie grabbed your hand and guided you inside, letting you admire the interior before leading you to the bedroom. She set her bag down before plopping down onto the bed face first and you followed suit, groaning when you felt how nice and soft the mattress felt.

Jimin had walked in a chuckled at the two of you, stepping over and planting a kiss to the crowns of your heads and giving you both swift pats to the ass to encourage you to get up and get ready for bed.

By the time you were all in your pajamas, you felt like a zombie as you got under the covers, Jimin and Laurie laying on either side of you. Cuddling up against Laurie, you buried your face into her breast, feeling Jimin’s arms snake around your waist and pulling your back to his chest. The sound of Laurie’s heartbeat lulled you to serenity and you let out a contented sigh as you finally fell asleep.

The next morning you had woken up with your face still smothered between Laurie’s boobs and your legs tangled. You feared if you had drooled on them in your sleep, but when you checked, you breathed a sigh of relief when saw that her chest was dry. Untangling your legs from hers, you sat up in bed and stretched, sighing when you felt your joints pop, noticing that Jimin wasn’t in bed. Standing up and making your way to the bathroom, you did your business and brushed your teeth before heading out into the kitchen, which had no sign of Jimin either.

You noticed a note from Jimin on the fridge.

Gone out to get some ingredients for dinner tonight. Don’t have too much fun without me ! ;)

-Jimin

You chuckled opening the fridge to see what you could make for breakfast, feeling a pair of arms snake their way around your waist. “Good Morning,” Laurie’s voice whispered in your ear and you shivered a little as you greeted her back, turning in her arms and wrapping your arms around her neck.

You told her where Jimin had gone and not even a second passed before a mischievous glint in her eyes had you tilting your head in question.

“Wanna go for a hike?”

After getting ready for the day, you had pulled out your shoes and let Laurie guide you down a hiking path. You kept a light conversation as you walked, enjoying the beautiful greenery that surrounded you. When she had pulled you off the path and led you deeper into the woods, you were worried at first, but that soon faded when you came face to face with a beautiful lake, the sun reflecting off the water making it shimmer.

“Jimin and I had found this place last year on one of our hikes,” Laurie explained, watching your reaction. “It’s gorgeous isn’t it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you responded, walking closer to the shore. You bent down and felt the coolness of the water against your fingers. “We should have brought our swimsuits,” you sighed in disappointment. “Who said we needed our swimsuits?” Laurie asked and you turned around right as she peeled off her shirt. The heat automatically went to your face and she sent you a cheeky grin as she continued undressing.

Taking a deep breath, you began stripping as well. You had no idea why you were nervous as if she hasn’t seen you naked before. You chuckled at yourself, stepping in knee-deep, turning back to her. “This doesn’t have like, snakes or anything does it?”

She giggled at your question and shook her head, grabbing your hand and pulling you in deeper. “Nope, no snakes, or snapping turtles, or anything that could hurt us. Completely safe.” You still clung to her hand when you had gotten to the point your chest was submerged in the water. She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, coaxing you to lay back and float in the water with her hands holding you up. “This is nice,” you sighed as you let yourself float in the around, feeling the way the sun cast a warm glow over your skin and listening to the nature that surrounded you.

“I’m enjoying the view,” Opening your eyes you caught sight of Laurie’s pervy smile and you snorted when she wiggled her eyebrows at you. Standing back up on your feet, you boldly wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her closer to you, ignoring the feeling of her breasts directly against yours as it sent a shiver down your spine and settled as a dull throb between your legs.

“You know, you’re quite the looker yourself,” you stated matter of factly. The giddiest smile spread across your face when your saw the pink flush of her cheeks as she watched you stare at her. “A beautiful face, soft hair, amazing body. You’re spectacular.” Your voice had grown quiet by the time you were done speaking as you caught the glint in her eye. Bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, you leaned into her touch. “You have no idea what you do to me, Little One.” she whispered, leaning down to softly connect your lips together.

Trailing her hands down to the backs of your thighs, she effortlessly picked you up, a pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you wrapped your legs around her hips. You were so whipped for her and a heat settled into your ears and cheeks as you came to the realization that you’d let her do just about anything to you and you’d thank her afterwards.

The way that your clit was pressed up against her stomach had you whining as you rolled your hips and she chuckled against your lips, helping you grind against her. Her tongue slipped past your lips and soon she was dominating your mouth and with the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, she almost thought you were possessed.

Laurie would most likely never admit it outloud, but watching the way she so easily get you worked up, had her arousal dripping down her thighs in excessive amounts, with the way you moaned her name so prettily and how you used her body to achieve an orgasm made her heart pound madly in her chest. So she watched, mesmerized with the way you tensed up as you reached you released, your pussy clenching around nothing and your clit throbbing against her stomach.

She stopped rocking you against her when you twitched in overstimulation and placed a loving kiss against your nose.

“You’re incredible.”

~ ~ ~

Getting back from the lake resulted in you shoving Laurie down on the couch and burying your face between her thighs, blushing slightly when she smugly made a comment about how eager you were before it filtered off into a moan of your name. By the time Jimin got back from the store, you were both splayed out on the couch, living your best lives as you napped in your birthday suits. Not wanting to disturb your peace, he left you in the living room and went to the kitchen to start dinner. He wanted to make something special for you, as he and Laurie had a very important night planned. . .

You and Laurie had woken up about an hour later, stretching your arms above your head and Laurie tried her hardest not to coo at you with the way your face scrunched up when you yawned but it proved futile when you looked at her with your adorable sleepy eyes and she couldn’t help but to peck your lips.

A sleepy smile graced your lips and you puckered them again for another one. Giggling slightly, she placed another kiss to your lips. Informing her that you were going to take a shower, you offered for her to join you and as tempting as that sounded, she told you to go take some time in the shower to pamper yourself and relax. Giving her one last fleeting kiss, you left to the bathroom. Laurie didn’t leave her spot until she heard the bathroom door close and the telltale sign of water running.

Going into the kitchen, she found Jimin slicing away at various vegetables, different ingredients strewn across the kitchen counter as he was extremely focused on his task.

Well, he was extremely focused until he saw his girlfriend standing naked in the kitchen. His eyes raked over her form and the look on his face never failed to make her blush as she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gave a her chaste kiss, to which she hummed and leaned in for more. When they pulled away, she took a look around the kitchen, taking notice of the seasoned chicken that was just about to be put in the oven.

“I see you’re going all out for her. Reminds me of the time you asked me to be your girlfriend,” she said with a quirk of her lips. A light flush colored his cheeks and he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I want this to be special for all of us. and I tend to go a little overboard when I’m nervous, you know that.”

She nodded, understanding where he was coming from as she was just as nervous about tonight as he was. “I just hope everything goes well.” she sighed, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He nodded in agreement before he went back to cooking, Laurie going to the bedroom to gather some clothes as she waited for you to get out of the shower.

A couple of hours later and you were all gathered around the dining room table with enough food to feed a small village. Laurie smirked at him as he blushed an enticing shade of red for overcooking. You gaped at all of the food set out on the table. “Wow,” you gasped looking over at the choices layed out for you. You were honestly speechless.

“It’s looks delicious,” and you certainly weren’t lying and you were hoping he wasn’t expecting you to eat all of this because you didn’t know if your stomach could handle. But you were always up for a challenge anway, so it’s fine.

You stared at the way his cheeks flushed as you sat in between them, not knowing where to start. When Laurie noticed your indecision, she began making both yours and her plate, piling the same things on your plates and then handing them back to you. Your ears flushed as you silently thanked her and you got a wink in return. As you took the first bite, you were expecting a burst of tasty flavors but as soon as you began chewing, it was like an atom bomb of flavor exploded on your tongue and you were so shocked with the absolutely delightful taste, you almost choked.

“Oh my god,” You really hadn’t meant to sound so lewd but damn this man could cook.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy my cooking so much.”

You were so lost in the pleasure your food was giving you, you had honestly forgotten they were sitting right next to you. You chuckled nervously, tugging on your earlobe sheepishly - an anxious habit you sometimes do when you’re flustered - and shrugged your shoulders. “This all tastes fantastic, Jimin.”

He smiled at you, patting your leg and squeezing your knee. You all soon fell into easy conversation as you ate and you found yourself relaxing more and more. After you had finished eating, Jimin turned to you with the most serious look you’ve ever seen and it had your heart kicking up in your chest. “(Y/n), Laurie and I need to speak with you.”

Oh shit. Nothing ever ends well when the conversation starts with “we need to talk.” FUCK! Did you do something wrong? Did you cross a boundary that you weren’t aware of? Well, shit, if you did then why didn’t they tell you before?

“Jimin! You can’t just start a conversation like that! You’re gonna give the poor girl a heart attack!” Laurie had thankfully interrupted your anxiety filled thoughts. Your heart was going to town on your ribs and you clasped your hands together to keep the from shaking, your face resembling a child who looked like they had just gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Oh! No, it’s nothing bad, Little One, we promise!” Jimin was quick to clasp your hands in his own, willing you to look at his face and he tried his hardest to convince you that he was sincere with his expression. Turning his chair to face you fully, you mimicked the action and he took your hands again. Laurie stood from her chair and walked around to stand behind Jimin. Examining their faces you noticed that they both looked as nervous as you felt. Tilting your head in question you watched as they both took a deep breath, Laurie placing a comforting shoulder on Jimin’s hand before Jimin started talking.

“(Y/n), we’ve been friends with you for a couple of months, and we’ve just started getting intimate for two weeks now. You have no idea how important you are to us and we don’t want to make you too uncomfortable, but we want to ask you something.” You nodded your head for them to continue and Jimin gulped as he continued.

“(Y/n), we were wondering, if you would like to make it official and become our girlfriend?”

By the time he had finished the question, the butterflies in your stomach were playing an intense match of football and your smile stretched so far across your face, your cheeks began to ache. You flung your arms around Jimin’s neck, squeezing so tight, you worried you would cut off his airflow.

Releasing Jimin from your grasp, you stepped towards Laurie and hugged her just as tight, sighing as your rested your head against her breast. This was definitely something you could get used to.

When you felt Jimin wrap his arms around you from behind, leaning to the side and placing a kiss to your cheeks, you began to get emotional as you sniffled and hid your face in Laurie’s chest. They began to coo at you, squeezing you tighter and rocking you back and forth until you leaned pulled away slightly and crashed your lips against Laurie’s with as much passion as you could muster.

You held nothing back, running your fingers through her hair and exploring her mouth with your tongue unhindered. She kissed you back with an equal amount of fervor, squeezing your hips and moaning into your mouth. Jimin began languidly kissing the back of your neck, sucking on the skin teasingly and it had you keening as you pulled away from Laurie’s lips and turned your head to kiss him with just as much passion as you had with Laurie.

Removing one of your hands from Laurie’s hair, you reached behind you and held Jimin’s head in place, your lips moving in a sensual dance that almost made you emotional again when you realized that you could do this with either of them whenever you wanted. Breaking the kiss, Jimin took both yours and Laurie’s hands, leading the way to the bedroom and watching as you both sat on the bed.

You stared up at him as he towered over you, his pupils already blown out and his hair mussed from your fingers. You felt Laurie’s lips on your neck and closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensations before her lips trailed up to your ear. “Why don’t you get undressed for Daddy, yeah?” Opening your eyes again, you met Jimin’s gaze once again and you nodded your head, biting your lip.

You had all opted for more comfortable wear, so when Jimin stared at you as if you were wearing the most expensive and beautiful outfit, you felt a heat rise to your skin. Standing up, you quickly discarded your shirt and leggings, leaving you in nothing but your panties as you stepped forward and helped Jimin remove his own shirt. Tracing your hands on the now exposed skin, you leaned in, placing a kiss on his pec softly, moving your lips to the middle of his chest as he cupped the back of your head. You felt his erratic heart beat and it eased your nerves to find out that they were just as jittery as you were.

While your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, Laurie stepped up beside him to meet his lips in a slow kiss, Jimin helping her undress as well. Pushing his pants down to his ankles, you palmed him through his briefs, losing yourself in the way he moaned for you and feeling your body ignite with excited goosebumps. You shivered, when his hands grabbed your shoulders and gently urged you to lay back against the bed, your heart rate spiking up as you watched the way they stared at your exposed form.

“Such a pretty little angel, don’t you think, Jimin?” Laurie asked as she crawled between your legs and tugged your panties off. Your fingers trembled as her face inched closer to your center and you looked up, your eyes locking with Jimin and he bit his lip and he watched the way Laurie’s tongue flicked out for a teasing taste.

You blushed when your hips jerked at the sudden feeling, soon relaxing when she ran teasing circles with her tongue around your hole before moving up and finding your clit, wrapping her lips around it and sucking. You moaned out in the room, completely forgetting that Jimin was watching you until you felt the bed dip beside you and you came face to face with his dick, the tip a bright red and leaking precum. Grabbing him from the base, you sucked the tip in your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around the head and dipping into the slit where you got a load of potent precum on your tongue and you hummed.

You always loved giving blowjobs, even though it sounded crude. You always revelled in the looks of pleasure they couldn’t hide or the sounds that they couldn’t cover up.

Feeling bold, you removed your hand and slowly slid down, stopping when you felt him nudge your throat and readjusting yourself so you could go deeper. Jimin’s body resembled that of an earthquake with how much he trembled as he watched you take him down your throat. When Laurie gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, you moaned with him still lodged in your throat and he swore he felt his soul ascending from his body.

It didn’t help when he looked down and saw you already looking up at him with those doe eyes that had him nearly doubling over. The image of you with his cock shoved down your throat while you looked up at him with those watery (e/c) eyes will forever haunt his memory in the best way possible.

When you moaned around him again is when he met his doom and he swore he went cross-eyed as he came in your mouth, groaning out so loud, he was glad he wouldn’t have to worry about noise complaints.

You pulled off of him when he finally stopped throbbing in your mouth, and you gently nudged Laurie from between your thighs as she looked up at you curiously. Sitting up on your knees, you opened your mouth and they saw the creamy white substance of Jimin that was still on your tongue. Pulling your tongue back into your mouth, you audibly swallowed, sticking your tongue out again to reveal that it was clean.

Your body buzzed when you heard their moans of approval, both of them moving to your sides and kissing both of your cheeks at the same time that had giggling like a schoolgirl as they praised you for being such a good girl and swallowing Daddy’s load. The praise had blushing hotter than a supernova.

You were taken off guard when Jimin suddenly snatched you up and settled you both so you were straddling his lap, your hips subconsciously grinding against his cock that was already hard again. You will always be thrown in for a loop at this man’s stamina. He grabbed your hips, guiding your back and forth against him as you were already so worked up from Laurie’s mouth, small pleas falling past your swollen lips.

Taking pity on you, Jimin stopped your grinding, grabbing a hold of his dick and positioning himself at your clenching hole. Easing your way down on him, had you clenching in the most sensuous way as your mouth gaped open in a silent moan. When he finally bottomed out, your breath stuttered in your chest and you braced yourself on his shoulders as you rolled your hips to accommodate to his length.

You opened your eyes after realizing they were closed and searched the room for Laurie, watching as she moved beside Jimin’s head, swinging her leg over until she was hovering over his face. She searched his face to make sure he was ok to keep going, and when she was met with his expression matching that of a kid in the candy store, she lowered herself down until she felt her lower lips against his.

He immediately began his work on her, eating her out like a man starved accompanied with the moans she made and the feeling of your walls choking his dick, had his hips bucking up until you were bouncing on top of him. The entire room sounded like something straight out of a porn scene but none of you could really it in yourselves to care as you used each other’s bodies to chase your own pleasure.

Laurie was the first to meet her end, doubling over as you caught her, connecting your lips in a sloppy embrace, all tongues and teeth. You followed soon after when you felt Jimin’s hands moving to tweak at your nipples, while Laurie moved off his head to sit beside you and snake her hand down the front of your body to stroke at your clit.

He let you ride your high out, rolling his hips to meet yours and feeling the way your walls hugged him in a vice grip. When you finally came down, he grabbed your hips and canted his hips forward in such desperation, sweat began to drip down his temple. Laurie leaned down and connected her lips to his, moving to whisper in his ear.

“Are you gonna cum in our Little One, Daddy?” the way his hands tightened around your hips was enough answer for the both of you as you grinned at each other and egged him on.

“Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?”

“I bet her tight little cunt is squeezing you so well huh?”

“Are you gonna cum in me? Fill my pussy up until I’m dripping?”

He had no idea how he was able to hold off for so long but by the time you both finished with your filthy words, you worried he might pop a blood vessel as he came with a loud shout. You moaned quietly at the feeling of warmth that flooded you and you closed your eyes, humming to yourself.

You all watched as his release dripped down your thighs once he pulled out and you laid out on your back, legs spread as you absentmindedly swiped a finger between your pussy and stuck it in your mouth. Your hips twitched when you felt another finger swipe through your folds, flicking teasingly at your sensitive clit. Laurie licked at the juices on her skin before sucking the digit into her mouth and moaning sensually at the taste.

“I swear, you girls are gonna make me drop dead.” Jimin huffed, standing up and ignoring the fact that his legs felt like a jelly. He came back with warm washcloths and you all spent a couple of moments cleaning each other up. By the time you were all done and cuddled up against each other on the bed, you had already dozed off, tiredly mumbling how you could easily get used to this treatment. Jimin and Laurie watched you sleep for a moment before looking up at each other with matching grins.

“We did it,” Jimin whispered excitedly as he watched the way your naked form curled against Laurie’s figure. His beaming smile grew tenfold when he watched the way she caressed your skin, the look of adoration never leaving her expression.

She looked up at him and smiled just as brightly. “She’s finally ours.” lifting her hand up, Jimin met her halfway and they gave each other a victory high five before cuddling back into you and falling asleep.

A/N: Hello! I’m so glad I was finally able to finish this fic. It took sooooooo long. Anyway, I really hope you did enjoy and please let me know what you thought. Your feedback is always welcomed!

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the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

ikemen vampire: temptation through the dark theo van gogh / mc | T | [ ao3 link in bio ]

The challenge seemed pretty simple: to try to befriend the university bookshop’s most sour employee, Theo van Gogh. As a literature major with a boatload of book recommendations on her back, it ought to be a simple task indeed. But as she uncovers what lies between Theo’s pages, the more she finds it harder to become closer to him without having to put the feeling directly into words. What can she learn from Theo about what it means to stay—and how can she teach Theo about what it means to let go? | written for ikevamp big bang 2020!

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CHAPTER 20 OF 22

I wonder if you knew

that part of you was missing. I wondered where the other halves had gone.

- "Loose Threads", Sarah Kay

Theo does not push. Even when deep in his heart he just wants to call. Even when he’s dialed in her number so many times he’s memorized it. Theo sits alone in the bookshop reading like he did last fall, alone. Arthur doesn’t bother him about it.

He hears about the roadtrip from Arthur, in the form of an approved application for leave. He doesn’t chase. He doesn’t ask about her. It’s been weeks since they’ve last met, at this point. Sure, they’ve seen each other in hallways, down the streets sometimes but—nothing more. In between the exhibit, and Vincent, and going away, they hadn’t ever gone to their usual spot anymore. The Rooftop remains empty, uninhabited, and Theo imagines it haunted, with only the spirits of his past enthusiasm of going up there still left in that space.

He returns to his usuals. Vincent, the bookstore, their little home in campus. Like the past few months did not exist. Like she didn’t come barging into his life and went around turning it upside down. Like this, Theo can pretend nothing is wrong. That there are no arguments. That it’s just a misunderstanding that will disappear into thin air. That nothing happened at that Airbnb.

Theo, what if I told you I loved you?

He hears her voice over and over again, shouting in his head, an echo that never stops.

Did she mean it? Did she say that as a loose confession that didn’t need to carry its own weight? Was it a hypothetical that was only meant to lead Theo astray? It wouldn’t have changed a thing, he would have wanted to say, I will still push you away, I will still want you to go—

But he didn’t.

Because he couldn’t.

Because he knows if she told him then, that she loved him, he would have begged her to stay.

To come back.

But she didn’t, and that’s for the better, he thinks. Better like this.

She doesn’t deserve someone who will hold her back. She doesn’t deserve someone like him.

But just as he wonders about how time is a silly thing, how the universe once took its time bringing the two of them into a companionable friendship, how now the days pass by in such a blur he fears one day they’ll just breeze by and he will forget her—

She sends him a message.

[ 04:38 pm | coolest person on the planet ] 🔭?

He knows exactly what that means.

Whatever’s flowing in her veins now isn’t blood, just half exhaustion and half despair, the high tones of panic the only thing keeping her awake.

She thought that she’d be able to wait it out. That she would only need to buy herself some time for the nerves to go away, for her to be able to shrug this all off and let it go the same way Theo has—easily. She spent days running back and forth between the Administrative buildings and her department trying to get this paper signed and this request filled. Then when there was nothing to do, she spent afternoons reading books, forgetting to eat or get up until she just dozes off in her bed. She tried her best to let it pass.

But Dazai was right. She needed to talk to Theo. It really was the only way she could quiet her loud heart.

She knows what it is that is exhausting her, what is keeping her up at night unable to sleep, turning her phone on and off, hesitating, wondering, her mind running in laps, stepping on the same puddles, tripping on the same obstacles.

She knows what it is and she is ready to put this marathon to rest.

When she comes up to their usual spot at the Rooftop, it already feels like an unfamiliar place. They haven’t been there in weeks. She thought they’d never come up here ever again. She’s sitting on top of the outdoor table with a can of Diet Coke in her hand. She’s wearing the bright yellow dress.

(Like some sort of good luck charm.)

Her heart begins to pound once she hears the door open, but she urges herself to focus.

When he comes into her vision, she realizes Theo looks just the same as ever. Just the same old Theo she’d wrestled to be friends with last fall. His ocean blue eyes, the soft brown of his hair, that same inapproachable neutral face. His boyish features, his hands in his pockets, the sharpness of his gaze.

It’s still the same old Theo she got dared to say hi to, and something about that hurts.

“Fancy some company?” he asks, leaning against the ledge, eyeing her carefully.

She snorts. “Wouldn’t have called you up here otherwise.” Pointing at another can, she offers, “Fancy a drink? It was all that was left at the store.”

He teases: “Not alcohol today?”

She shakes her head. “Big day tomorrow.”

She wants to tell him but she doesn’t know if he even wants to know. It’s that kind of thing she still wants to tell him but long stopped feeling like she could. He takes the can she’s offered and opens it. The sound of the carbon fizzing fills the space between them.

It’s Theo that breaks the silence.

He takes a sip of his drink, and then, looking away from her, as if even looking at her hurts, he asks: “Why did you call me up here?”

(The truth is she hadn’t meant to. The truth is that Arthur had set this up for her the same way he did the very first time she talked to Theo. The truth is she wouldn’t have if Arthur hadn’t made her. The truth is she would have let it slide as she should have with her passing interest in Theo.

But she didn’t.

So when Arthur said “You owe me one, don’t you?”, she said, “Yes, I do.”

And when Arthur said “Then talk to Theo one more time,” she said: “I don’t know what good this will do.”

But she does anyway.)

She shrugs, never tearing her eyes away from the view below, as if knowing that once she turns to face him, she will lose all of the self-control she’d built up. He doesn’t need to know everything, anyway. “Dunno. Wanted company—quiet company. This is our spot, so I figured why not call you. You shouldn’t have come if you didn’t want to.”

“I want to,” he clarifies. He sounds hurt; as if her implying any otherwise was a personal offense. She can feel it, the hum of it. She has to grind her teeth against each other to make sure she doesn’t say anything she doesn’t mean to. “I’ll always want to spend time with you.”

She exhales a tiny puff of air, partly in disbelief. “O-kay, there’s no need for flattery.”

(Theo doesn’t do flattery and she knows that.)

The truth is that she doesn’t really know what she called Theo for. Or maybe she does have an idea, but she is smarter than that tiny version of herself that believed in that idea. She doesn’t want to keep her hopes up anymore.

So Instead of the dramatic conversation she had dreamt up for them to have, the big reveal, the collapse and the hug and the warmth and the undeniable pang of it all—they are quiet. Theo is quiet. Like he always is. When he is in his space, Theo doesn’t talk unless he is talked to.

She wishes he would initiate the conversation this time. Maybe if they tried again, they would get it right this time. If he would only ask her to talk, ask her what’s wrong, get her to admit the things she is too scared to admit, fearing what they mean, what they imply, what the consequences might be.

She begs him, in her mind.

But he doesn’t.

So she stops begging.

“I’m gonna miss this,” she says, instead. A whisper so tiny she isn’t entirely sure if she meant Theo to hear it.

“Which?”

“This, you know?” she tries to elaborate. “Hanging on the rooftop… looking down at the city below… we’ve made this sight quite a place.”

He chuckles. “Change your mind about it?”

She makes a face, but does not point it at him; still refusing to look him in the eye. “Hell no,” she says, venom in her voice. “I still want to go away. So badly.”

You will, the thought hangs over the both of them heavily, unsaid. You already will.

That shouldn’t be a bad thing at all. Not when it was the one thing she’s been so desperate to do for all her life. But what if he was right the first time—what if she doesn’t find what she is looking for out there? What if she has just all this time been tricking herself? What would it be like to crawl back here, defeated?

Would this place wait for her?

“Doesn’t mean I won’t miss it. You know that feeling?”

In her head, she knows Theo but also somehow she feels like she doesn’t. For a split second, she wonders: Does Theo find it easy to let go of things? When he decides to unwrap his hands around something, does it deem it something he no longer has any right to miss?

She doesn’t know these about Theo. But she knows she is asking: do you know what it’s like, to let go of something you know you will miss?

He stares at her side profile like it’s the last time he ever will, and says, “Yeah, I do.”

“It’s your fault,” she says, teasing in her tone, crossing and uncrossing her legs nervously. “We made this place special, and now it’s like this to me.

He hums. “Should I apologize?”

“Definitely.” She turns to look at him with a small smile, pointed gaze. “It was you that made it feel like home, you know?”

She’d practiced saying this a million times in the mirror, and while at first the word ‘home’ tasted weird, tasted different, not the kind she wanted to associate with this place, this town, this little dot on the map—eventually, she learns it’s right.

It makes Theo’s expression just the tiniest bit as well and—that makes it worth it.

She remembers the first time they went here—fall of the year before, a few days after the Halloween party. All of the now-green trees were in shades of bright red and orange, like they were on fire. They had a fight. And now look how far they’ve come from that.

Look how they’ve come full circle.

She remembers, then she shuts the memory away.

“Missing something is a tolerable feeling,” she says.

It’s tolerable. It’s better to miss something than to sit down in the pain refusing to let it go.

But Theo adds: “Only if you know it’s also longing for you too.”

She smiles, even if it’s painful. “You’re right.”

For a while, she is quiet. She sits there, wondering how long she should keep this going, how long they can keep this going, like the box of Schrodinger’s cat, unopened—as long as no one opens it, there is only peace in the unknown.

She doesn’t want the unknown anymore.

“Hey, Theo.”

“Hmm?”

There are a million things to be said clamoring their way up her throat.

Did you ever have feelings for me?

Did you ever return mine?

Is it okay if I’ve fallen in love with you?

Theo, what does it mean when you say—

For the first time since they’ve met today at the rooftop, she looks at him. Turns to him with the full force of her gaze, like she’s looking right through him, under his skin, like looking for something.

Her voice is soft, like a baby bird’s.

“Will you miss me?”

Silence. A long, uninterrupted silence that she feels seep into her bones with every second that passes. When she’s about to say haha, never mind, he answers:

“Hmm, who knows.”

The words sink like lead in her stomach.

“…Oh.”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it slips out of her mouth anyway. Theo turns to gauge her reaction, but she quickly turns away from him, facing the city.

Maybe it is her fault for expecting anything more from Theo at that exact moment. She doesn’t remember quite when they started playing this little game between themselves but—the game has gone on so long she doesn’t know how to play it anymore. That she doesn’t want to play it anymore.

But there’s no quitting a game like this until there is a winner, until there is a loser.

Until victory is decided and loss hits like a steel clang of the guillotine.

She groans loudly, leaning backward onto her palms looking up at the sky. The sound makes Theo look at her, and the feeling of his gaze on her hurts. “You make this so hard,” she says, defeatedly.

“What—”

“I know I’ll miss you,” she says, interrupting him. She turns to face him, and the eye contact makes something ache inside of her, but she holds it. “I know a year isn’t a long time but it’s long enough to miss something, and I’ll miss you.”

When he smiles in response, she wonders if it’s a smile of pity. “Why are you so sure?”

“Because,” she says, simply. “Because. Because you made this place feel like home. Nothing’s ever done that before.” She bites her lower lip and finally looks away. “You made it… more than the things I hated about it, and that’s not a skill everyone has.”

That’s the most roundabout way she can think of to say I’ve fallen in love with you and it’s the best she can do.

Theo shifts from where he’s leaning on the ledge, and approaches her where she’s sitting at the table while he asks, “Is that why you called me up here? Is that what we came up here for you to tell me?”

“Maybe? I’m not—”

She feels his fingers urging her to turn to him, but then the next thing she knows there is only softness. She slides her eyes shut in surrender. Her one hand curls around the sleeve of his shirt as he kisses her; soft and slow and gentle, the way an apology would be like if it were something you could hold. His lips are slightly chapped where they meet hers and maybe he has the tiniest hint of stubble but she pushes herself into him anyway, kissing him back even with the fear that this is the first and the last time she’ll be able to give him her love, like this.

Putting all she can pour into the kiss.

And then it ends, almost too abruptly. He parts from her and she leans toward him almost on instinct. She holds herself together. Only looks up at him, her heart already in his hands.

“Take care out there.”

His hands already in his pocket, his eyes just the littlest bit remorseful, she wonders if this is some sort of karma from the universe. Teaching her: this is what it’s like, to be left behind. Theo gives her four words she will hang on to until the longing in her burns out.

She smiles at him and nods. “Mmhmm.”

He reaches out to ruffle her hair one last time before he turns his back on her, waving behind him as he leaves the rooftop without anything much to say. The warmth of his lips and the sound of who knows? the only things really settling in.

And it is only once he’s gone that her mind makes sense of it. The painful realization that no matter how much she tries to convince herself, some part of her will always be tied down here. A rock, sinking slowly down the abyss of an ocean of love for Theo.

She calls a cab bright and early at eight in the morning. Her flight is at eleven, and the airport is two hours away. She’s kept away all the belongings she isn’t bringing with her in a few rented lockers downstairs, and now she’s standing at the stairway in front of her small apartment complex with two suitcasesz by her side. It’s late summer, and the ginkgo tree across her building is still bright green, but she imagines what it will look like in the fall, a bright show of fan-shaped leaves coating the street yellow when they drop.

She doesn’t know what will happen from now on. She’s leaving behind unfinished seams and she’s sure she will come back to them frayed. And she is so afraid, but—

She’s headed in the direction she’s wanted, and if he doesn’t want to come with her, he will only get left behind.

The exhibit opens at ten, so at eight in the morning, Vincent and Theo are already at the gallery, cleaning up and preparing. The building had an event that ran until late the night before, so they couldn’t set up any earlier than the morning of. Vincent is hanging paintings onto the walls, careful of the hooks, consulting back and forth with the ordered list he and Theo had planned out with her what feels like a million years ago. Theo is carrying the tables into the buffet area, smoothing out the table cloths and thinking—what a shame it would be to eat her favorite meals, the ones he’d ordered in secret specifically because he knew she liked them, and how he’d have to avoid maybe most of the food to be served today, knowing that they’d probably leave a weird taste in his mouth.

His phone makes a little ding of a message entering and his heart falters for a moment, hoping for the best, expecting the worst; the way he takes it out of his pocket comically slow; like it was a ticking time bomb instead of a smartphone.

[ 08:17 am | Doyle ] You didn’t take her to the airport?

Without preamble or context.

It takes all of Theo to answer him with the truth.

[ 08:18 am ] She didn’t want me to.

She doesn’t expect him to be there, like the sort of thing that happens in TV dramas—the one left behind racing into the airport and ignoring all sorts of security protocol; rushing to the boarding gate through a barrier, just so that they’ll be seen by the one they love one last time before they leave forever. Well, she’s not leaving permanently, but a year is a murderer to a teetering not-relationship, and she doesn’t even know if they’re still friends at this point, so it’s pretty much the same. She doesn’t expect him to burst through the scanners and shout her name and tell her the three words she’s long wanted to hear out of his mouth, no matter how hard she denies it.

No, actually, she would have been okay with hearing even just I’ll miss you, a reassurance that departure is not the end of everything, but.

Who knows?

Instead, she does her best to not look back behind her when it’s her turn to stay in line to board the plane, facing just forwards as if turning her head would make her change her entire mind about this damn thing. When the scanner at the front pings after checking her passport, the lady handing her the boarding pass, it feels like shackles being cut off, she feels free.

And yet not so.

So on her walk to the plane, she takes her phone out and checks her messages one final time for any clue, any last mercy. But there is none. Only the group chat with her friends, Dazai, Isaac, and Arthur greeting her excitedly, crying emojis and “make sure to message us before takeoff!” and “make sure to message us upon landing!” and “send a selfie once you get to your new fancy dorm!”, the kind you’d love to hear from your friends, and—

The kind you’d love to hear from someone you loved.

And she couldn’t have admitted it then, clearer this time around, sitting at the rooftop of the physics building, the one place she feels she’s made specifically to be hers and Theo’s, but—she would have, had he said he would miss her. She would have, had he said she was anything more to him. And sure, maybe, it was “implied”, as Arthur liked to say, but she wasn’t any Sherlock Holmes to emotions, and how hard was it to say, anyway? Why would it have killed him to just be honest with her for once?

Was she asking him for too much?

No matter. She sends a selfie to the group chat once she’s finally on the plane, her carry-on under her seat, her seatbelt fastened, her head against the plane window.

[ 10:23 am ] See you all again soon, guys! 💖

There’s a throng of people. Of course there is—this is, after all, finally, the capstone project, the graduation exhibit of the College of Arts’ legend Vincent van Gogh, the one the entire community had been waiting on for a long time. Said legend gives a short, teary-eyed speech thanking everyone who’s been with him all this time that garners an adoring round of applause, but Theo…

Theo doesn’t hear anything.

Instead, he’s standing by the paintings, the ones Vincent had made out of photographs of her, trying to make sense of what’s happening. Where is she now? Is she on board the plane? How much did she tell Vincent—how much did she not tell him? And why? Why did she tell Vincent but not him? Why could she not have told him herself? Why did they have to play this mind game with each other?

Only an avalanche of whys as his eyes stare through the red of the fabric she’d held in his brother’s little studio nearly a year ago, long before they were friends. Long before they were anything at all.

When they were something like this, still.

Like strangers.

He doesn’t know it yet, but all of it is out of her court.

It’s all in Theo’s hands now.

And at the side of the gallery, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows, Theo squints at the bright blue sky. He pretends not to be keeping an eye out for airplanes.

#the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo

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nellie-elizabeth · 4 years ago

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Supernatural: Despair (15x18)

I'm having an out of body experience, I cannot believe this. Last night was legitimately one of the weirdest nights of my life, and not just because of *gestures broadly* but also because of *gestures broadly* and myriad other small but still totally bizarre personal things coming at me from all angles... strap in, y'all, I've got some shit to say.

Cons:

We're gonna talk about it. Ohhhh, we're gonna talk about it. But let's start with some other shit before we get there.

So... are we ignoring "Dean was willing to let Jack sacrifice himself" or something? Like there was that moment with Sam and Dean where they talked about it, and Dean apologizes for pulling a gun on Sam, and Sam is like "oh it's okay Dean, no worries." But at the beginning of this episode, Dean seems to be just as worried for Jack, and as protective of him, as the others, with absolutely no acknowledgment of what happened in the last episode. This... should have mattered. There should have been some regrouping and some serious talks about this. Seriously.

The Thanos snap thing... guys, when Infinity War did it in 2018, it was kind of fun and shocking and cool, and we knew the deaths wouldn't be permanent but it was still wild to watch our heroes react to such an immense loss and then leave us all in limbo for a year. This... is not that. The sheer tone-deafness of having this episode contain a moment of domesticity for AU!Charlie and her cool egg-making girlfriend Stevie, only to have Stevie vanish... and then to end the episode with the biggest queer-bait/bury your gays moment imaginable... like...

Okay, sorry, no, saving the Destiel thing until I've sorted out the rest of this nonsense. The point is, seems pretty clear that the deaths in this episode (other than Cas') are temporary, and Supernatural already has the biggest power creep problem of any show I've ever seen... they really couldn't think of another way to up the stakes for the ending, other than doing the thing where everyone gets killed? Didn't... Crowley... already do this to them several seasons back? Am I hallucinating? There's nothing new under the sun with this show.

Why does this show introduce things and resolve them in a single episode? Like, big, huge things? We just figured out Death was trying to double-cross them, and now by the end she's dead? This show either limps along and does nothing, or speeds through plot stuff at lightning-speed. These last two episodes were big and dramatic and full of Plot but in a way where it all feels kind of unreal. Pacing issues like whoa.

And speaking of. Ahem. Okay. Let's... let's do this. I have some things about the Destiel scene that I'm going to put in the "pros" section below, and hopefully as you read on you'll understand why it's really hard for me to be black and white about it. If I had to, if I had to determine whether I am "happy" or "sad" or "grateful" or "angry" I'd say... sad and angry, 97%? Like? Let's dive in, here.

Setting aside the larger context, a couple of smaller notes:

Acting-wise, what the fuck was Jensen doing in this scene? Misha was acting his whole heart out and Jensen gave him nothing to play off of. I don't understand how Jensen accidentally played Dean so obviously in love with Cas all this time, and then in this moment, no-homo'd it so fucking hard. Even the stage directions in the script page that was floating around said that Dean didn't reciprocate. That's dumb, like, in a shipping sense it's disappointing, but also... Dean, what was your face doing while Cas gave his whole monologue about how amazing you are? What a great and loving man you are? Even if he hadn't ended the whole thing by saying "I love you" and then dying right in front of your eyes, surely you would have been feeling some kind of way about the whole situation?

Also, the scene was shot so awkwardly, there was too much space between them, and then Cas pushes Dean out of the way and he just sits there on the floor with Pikachu-face while The Empty opens up and takes Death and Cas away, making these weird shocked noises... Supernatural often has awkward pacing when dramatic things are happening in action scenes, where certain people have to stand still like it's not their turn on the initiative order in a D&D fight or something, and this was one of the more embarrassing and awkward examples of that.

Cas' deal with The Empty has not been brought up practically since it happened. Cas has been sidelined as a character a lot this season, the past couple seasons, really, but we had this hanging over our heads, right? When Cas says "I've figured it out, true happiness isn't in having, it's just in saying it", the moment doesn't really work on a character level, because we didn't get to see Cas do any of that figuring out. We didn't know he was curious about his true happiness, we didn't know it was an internal struggle/debate for him, wondering what it could be. A lot of Destiel people wanted it to be Dean confessing his love to Cas, and that being the true happiness... but of course that would never happen in a million years. Others thought it would be "yay we defeated the big evil, we can all be a happy family together," oh snap, I'm too happy, goodbye. Which would have been... weirdly anticlimactic, but at least would have made some level of narrative sense. This idea that telling Dean how he feels would bring Cas peace is... well, it's okay, it's fine in isolation, but there's no buildup to it, no tension to his moment of "realization."

And now to fry some bigger fish...

Let's forget about the fact that we never thought this would happen to begin with. Is it actually... worse that it did? Seriously, queer angel man confesses his love to stoic human man who stands there without making a single expression, and the act of confessing said love, knowing it's not reciprocated, knowing he won't get to be with Dean or even be near him ever again, is enough to make Castiel so truly happy that he's willing to die peacefully and forever, all in the act of saving Dean's life? Is that not... like... textbook homophobia? People toss around "bury your gays" a lot and I think what they're missing is that the trope doesn't automatically apply just because a queer character dies. It means a queer character dies because of their queerness, or they are revealed to be queer but can't get any measure of happiness and then they die immediately. This is textbook that. The act of confessing his GAY LOVE is what KILLED CAS. It's a one-to-one sequence of events. It's not a coincidence that Cas died right after saying this. Saying this is what made him die. That's... appalling. Truly, in a very real sense, it's appalling.

Another thing I haven't seen people talk about much is the manufactured nature of this sacrifice. We just found out Billie was going to turn on them at the end of the last episode. If Cas was going to die in a sacrifice-y way, did it have to happen now when Billie was basically just knocking on the door trying to get at Dean for a last-minute revenge thing, even though Billie was already at death's door? This was so contrived, like, can Cas not whoosh them away to somewhere else? Keep them running until Billie succumbs? I get that it wouldn't have been easy, and maybe Billie could have caught up to them anyway, but my point is, they manufactured this moment to be "the only way" that Dean could survive, making Cas' sacrifice so noble and necessary or whatever... but I was sitting there thinking there's got to be another way. If they'd wanted to write in another way, there could have been. The inevitability felt so very contrived. And, as mentioned, the impact of dying on this show has lost all meaning, so even Billie trying to kill Dean, squeezing his heart in his chest, did absolutely nothing for me. I knew he'd be fine, because there are two more episodes left. And if Cas hadn't been there to do what he did, Dean would still have been fine because he's Dean. Am I making any sense?

We have two more episodes left. I am... fairly confident Misha won't be in those episodes. All context, both within the show and without, points to that. I truly think that after all this time, he gets the only ending in the whole show that's unambiguously unsalvageable and tragic. We have a world where the afterlife exists and people can hang out there, but The Empty is a different beast, and this means Cas is... gone. Permanently. Like, his consciousness no longer exists, he's caput. They could bring him back from The Empty, in fact, they've already done it once... but if they decide not to, that's just... where we leave things, and that's brutal and unnecessarily grim. The other characters, even if we get an end-of-show TPK (which would be STUPID, more on that later), could at least have canon or implied-canon reunions in the afterlife. If we don't see Eileen again, we can get the implied ending of her coming back to life, or Sam dying and joining her in Heaven. Same with Charlie, with Charlie's new girlfriend, with Bobby, with Donna, with every other character that's died along the way, including Mary Winchester and OG Charlie, OG Bobby, whatever you want. The fact that Cas gets this, after everything, is truly the part I'm the most sad about, setting aside love confessions entirely.

So as I said, two more episodes. I'm worried that Cas dying is gonna get swallowed up with everyone dying and not get its due, thus making the confession completely isolated. Like, here you go, gays, have this one scene, which, in isolation is quite heartfelt from Cas' perspective, but can be carefully boxed up and not touched for the last two hours of the show. If they don't want to touch on how this would affect Dean specifically, they don't have to. He can be generally angsty and sad about Cas, but they could get away with never bringing it up again, and that is some grade-A level bullshit right there, my friends. At minimum, Dean needs to tell Sam about this. He probably won't, but he should, if the show has any sense of integrity left in its bones.

Ahem. Like I said, I have... lots of thoughts. More on Destiel later, but let's turn to the "Pros" section and talk about some other aspects of this incredibly crowded episode.

Pros:

Despite my issues with everything that didn't get resolved re: Dean letting Jack die, I did kind of like the "to somehow" scene, because it was a nice little breather for the brothers, it solidified them as being on the same side to the bitter end, that despite all the crazy shit they've been through, that they've put each other through, they'll have this as a bedrock at the end of the day. I'm not a brothers-only sort of fan, at all, in fact, I think a brothers-only ending betrays most of what's beautiful about this show in its good moments. But they are the stars, they are the protagonists, they should be the center of their own story, and I like it when we get check-ins like this, that shows how unshakable they are underneath all the other crap.

Charlie and Stevie... okay, cute that their names are like that, cute that Charlie said: "I liked the way she handled herself" and that's how they got together... eggs are cute, whatever... and if these deaths are impermanent, which... come on... they have to be, I do like that Charlie gets to have a girlfriend and be happy as a hunter and as someone's partner.

I liked the tense car ride with Sam texting Eileen, with Dean, Jack, and Cas all silent in the car with him... that was a nice moment of solidarity, all of them entirely on the same page about being there for Sam and helping Eileen however they could... even knowing the futility. What were they going to do when they got there? That was a great tension-building moment, in isolation, even though the deaths are likely temporary.

Cas and Jack's talk was good, I'll admit I've definitely been won over by Cas and Sam as Jack's dads... Dean too, once upon a time, but dude needs to do some groveling before he gets to be Dad again, seriously. It's nice that in the midst of all the chaos, there was a check-in moment. Jack is the embodiment of a lot of our end-game themes, here. He had a noble destiny to sacrifice himself, and then it fizzled out and didn't work, and now he's just left in the aftermath, not sure what to do with himself. It was important that Cas tell him that Jack is worthy of love and family, even if he's not "useful" in the way he thought he could be. Definitely nice to have that nailed in.

If we're following the Infinity War/Endgame line, the last two episodes will be majority Sam, Dean, and Jack, but at the last moment there will be a way to reverse it, and everyone else will come back in a moment of triumph. But probably not so much Castiel, which... well... see above complaints. The point is, seeing Charlie, Bobby, Donna, Eileen, etc. all burst forth for one final moment of glory could be really cool, if they manage to stick the landing with it. It'll be an incredibly manufactured sense of triumph and nostalgia, but it will probably work on me because it's been... guys, I don't know if you know this, but it's been kind of an emotional year. :)

I will say, working under the assumption that the dead characters will come back, I'm actually oddly... not mad about Donna dying. It was actually a legitimately shocking twist. A rule was set up: if a person had died before and been resurrected, or if a person was from another universe, they could be Thanos snapped by Billie. Makes sense. Sam and Dean are in danger because of all their deaths, Jack and Cas aren't safe for the same reason. Charlie, Bobby, Eileen... sure. But Donna should have been safe, given the parameters we started with.

And then Dean and Cas are confronting Billie, she says she's not killing anyone, we realize it must be Chuck... and then Donna, who isn't from another world, who has never died... GONE. I gasped.

And the hits kept coming... Billie is dying because Dean killed her with that small wound, and didn't even know it. That's another excellent twist. The past two episodes, back to back, have kept me on my toes about who to ultimately be afraid of. Chuck? Billie? The Empty? It's so much better than this slow march to Chuck vs. Sam and Dean that we've been getting all season, even if we do loop around to Chuck again as the final Big Bad.

The Empty is actually quite a complex, interesting idea for a villain, this entity that doesn't get involved in petty squabbles, doesn't have personal vendettas, but actually just wants to sleep and be left alone. Having Meg be the Empty's face here at the end is also a nice touch. I wish we could have had more of this, truthfully, and I'm curious how The Empty will play a role in how things shake out, if at all.

So... I want to go back to something I've been saying these past couple episodes, about how if this show has a grimdark ending, it will be a betrayal of everything they've set up. It will be so stupid that my anger will manifest in yet another round of hysterical giggles. What I suspect is that we'll get something peaceful, something where trauma will linger but people will get to start anew. Maybe Jack creates a new world outside of Chuck's power. Maybe Sam and Dean take over as God and the Darkness, as some people suggested, and Jack is the new Death. Maybe maybe maybe. Bottom line, I could be satisfied with the majority of this ending, and I can even (obliquely, reluctantly) understand that they wanted one final perma-death to really make the stakes feel higher. If they aren't killing off the Winchesters, that leaves Castiel. So what I'm saying in this paragraph is basically that I'm not guaranteed to despise the ending of this show yet. They could still get it right.

God, that sounds pretty bleak, doesn't it?

Before I end this, I want to talk about, as promised, the few Destiel-related points that I'd classify as "pros", albeit with a big asterisk.

First off, Misha clearly found the moment very cathartic, and he pulled out all the stops, and, in isolation, the confession was hella romantic and quite poignant. Without context, just reading these lines? "The one thing I want, it's something I know I can't have" and "because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you..." like, that's some premium content, I won't lie. I also kind of enjoy the idea that Cas finds happiness in saying the words out loud, in being true to who he is. I hate a lot about what happened to Cas here, but if Cas' arc, in its totality, is about embracing humanity, and Dean is the anchor to that, this really does come full circle. He pulled Dean out of Hell, he saved him, he loved him, he'll die for him, and in accepting that love, that human love, he is finally at peace with who he is. Now, mind my comments above, I'm still not happy, but I can see how in one sense, this is narratively poignant. And if others are satisfied with it, I'm happy for them.

(Added bonus, while Jensen's acting was WACK for the majority of that scene, I did like the ending shot, the silence, him not answering Sam's call, crying silently into his hands. That was very nicely shot and acted, I thought.)

Secondly, and this isn't actually praise for the show, it's more a... meta experience? I have to say, the idea that Destiel became sort of canon, but in the most homophobic way possible, in the year 2020, while we're all still waiting for election results to come in is... one of the wildest, most hilarious things to ever have happened to me. I mean it, last night sitting alone in my house I kept cackling loudly to myself, in complete and utter disbelief. I saw Tumblr explode in a way that hasn't happened in years. I was transported back in time nearly a full decade, to the person I was when I started writing these reviews, or even before that, when I was new to Supernatural, new to the whole concept of being truly involved in a fandom.

Here's the thing... I never. Ever. EVER. Thought we would get any sort of textual confirmation. I thought at most, if they went for a happy ending for everyone, we'd get Dean and Cas as hunting partners, and we could all fill in the post-canon gaps. I once told my sister that I'd be happy with a one-sided love confession from Cas to Dean, because that part was practically canon before last night, and in a way, I am happy. I'm happy that this crazy thing actually happened, and if nothing else, all of those clowns can put away their makeup. I was never with them. I never believed, and there's this sliver of me that's happy to have been wrong. It's completely bogus how it happened, but the fact that we live in a reality where it happened is still kind of tripping me out in a major way. So I'm happy, I'm... flabbergasted, but I'm experiencing a very unique, unprecedented soup of emotions this morning and I never would have felt like this if Cas had died with a no homo parting.

And that's the thing, they let it be unambiguously about Dean, not just in that one moment, but all along, and that's really satisfying in a meta narrative sense that when everyone was reading it as "Castiel is in love with Dean," they were... correct. It doesn't really matter when they decided this, in last night's episode they made it crystal-clear that it wasn't a whim, wasn't a recent development, in-universe. This has been Cas' truth from very, very early on, his entire experience since meeting Dean has been shaped by him, he's loved him all this time. That... I don't know, it's absolutely bonkers that this is all we're going to get, but it does mean something, if you want to let it.

Welcome back to 2012, Tumblr. Last night was a wild ride, I won't deny.

I'm giving the episode a bad score, but I just want to say the Destiel scene gets a simultaneous infinity-out-of-ten and also zero-out-of-ten, imploding the multiverse instantly. That's where I'm at, folks. Insert gif of Chidi dropping Peeps into a big pot of chili. I'm gonna go take a nap.

6/10

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